Butt with two T's
Fuck, I'm tired. I have to be at the airport at 4:30. Donny is taking me, the poor beautiful soul. I'm packed, I guess. Nina came over tonight to help me squeeze chain lube, shaving lube, and ass lube (not for sex, duh - for protection against a perspriring, sore ass,day in, day out) from tiny bottles into tinier ones.
BTW, if you're TMI-concerned, be warned. My butt is already sore from all the cycling I've been doing already, just to train. I'll try not to be obsessed about it. But it's, um, injurious.
And BTW.2: I changed my mind about the use of the word "journey." I decided it's not pretentious after all. Since the Englishies embrace it, substituting for our boring "trip", let's all give it a squeeze: journey.
BTW, if you're TMI-concerned, be warned. My butt is already sore from all the cycling I've been doing already, just to train. I'll try not to be obsessed about it. But it's, um, injurious.
And BTW.2: I changed my mind about the use of the word "journey." I decided it's not pretentious after all. Since the Englishies embrace it, substituting for our boring "trip", let's all give it a squeeze: journey.
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