from the dusty archives of drive c
musca domestica kartella, 2004 -- by chad
I figure...I might as well post some of my photos along with my blathering...because sometimes the only way to make myself perfectly clear is to provide an illustration I've created along with something I've written.
I'm one of those multimedia kind of people.
Anyway, this is a previously unpublished photo I took about a year ago...I just found it on my hard drive and decided I liked it.
And for now...that's about enough out of me. I'd write more, but I have to go to yoga class. I switched gyms, and now I go to Gorilla Alhambra exclusively for my muscle-pumping and spiritual enlightenment. Tuesday, I was the only guy in there, the rest were marina chicks. One of them had the same yoga mat I did, and I said "Hey, you're the only other person I've seen with that particular mat!"
"Uh, yeah." and walked away, rolling her eyes. Instantly, I was whisked back to 1987, to my high school gymnasium, after I asked a girl to dance. I stood there for a second, then laughed.
And laughed, and laughed.
Honey, you have nothing to worry about. I don't do front fannies, only rear ones on cute boys. Besides...bitchy attitudes are so...1987.
Kinda like bulimia, Heather. So '87.
So go choke on some corn nuts, biatch. ;-)