How Do You Spell Repulsive?

What a week it's been. A brush with death, the discovery of the pool at my gym and being visually molested on the streetcar. The first you know about, the second is pretty self explanatory save the fact that I was pretty much the only person in the pool who would take breaks from their laps to do backwards somersaults and handstands. You've gotta keep it fresh. Total aside before I get to my last event, if you were part of a couple, and you were say, Orca fat (and I don't often play the mean fat card as I'm on weight loss train) where would you choose to make out with your equally Orca fat partner? The pool at a gym? No? That wasn't your first choice? Why? Because it would be totally inappropriate? Yeah, I thought so. It's great that they've found eachother and I would be equally irritated if they were a skinny couple, but really people.

Anyway, point 3. Thursday morning, on the College street car on the way to work. I realize that I've forgotten to apply my lip gloss, and what glamazon can face the day without lip gloss? I fish my Cargo gloss out of my bag and begin to apply it with my finger. Upon completion of my application I look behind me. I have no idea why I did this, since I usually try my best to be totally unaware of my surroundings while on transit. I look behind me and I see that the man sitting behind me on the car has is hand inside his shirt and is pretty clearly rubbing is nipple, giving me a look you just don't want to see from a total stranger, heck, I wouldn't even want to see this look from anyone I know and have ever met. I tried to rationalize what I'd just seen. "Perhaps he's got an itchy nipple?" I thought, hopefully. No such luck. I guess I can consider myself lucky that my lip gloss application only inspired nipple rubbing and nothing from a location further south.

So Ew, and let us never speak of it again. Instead let us speak of the shame that M and I shared on Friday night, before watching Lost in La Mancha (and no honey, you wouldn't have to create the film all by yourself). As we waited for our dinner to bake, we slummed it and watched The Greatest American Celebrity Spelling-Bee, again proving that when I do watch reality TV, I seriously go for the bottom of the barrel. What was worse than watching it, was actually enjoying it. We did draw the line and didn't watch Man vs. Beast 2. I think we should be proud.

Today's sing-a-long song: "L.O.V.E." By Nat King Cole

HRH