2003-10-31

My arms are killing me. They are useless. Aside from the typing. They kill because at times I am stupid and like to prove my manliness by overexerting at the gym. And then ruin it all later by bitching about it to my manicurist. Oh, of course I can do another set and off I go. No, I’m not in any pain. This grimace and pasty expression is normal for me, really. I’m hoping it all pays off, at least by Christmas so I can take advantage of the Nordstom’s half yearly to get some new clothes for the lean and mean me I’d like to be (as opposed to the fat and cruel me I currently am). That’s the goal anyway. And having one is important, or so claims my Personal Fitness Trainer. She likes to put -do after everything thus making it abrasively annoying and hard to say. It’s Japanese for The Way or something. Like judo. I was feeling okay this afternoon, up until this evening when I couldn’t even pull the iced tea out of the fridge because I used up all my strength opening the door. Stupid Sub-Zero’s. I’m writing a letter to the manufacturer. By the end of the evening I was dying. So, I inaugurated the bottle of party favors that Mare brought me in Austin, and in no time at all I was singing "Oh Canada" and putting garish stripe patterns on the Saab.

Tonight my Halloween plans involve a loft party in Noe Valley that will include a walk through the Castro. Sister is going as the Wicked Witch from the Wizard of Oz with Dog being a flying monkey. He may or may not attend the party. My cousin is visiting and she is going as Glenda the Good, a costume that I wanted but she has a better figure for it. I will be going as White Trash. Mullet, Schlitz, Hat with net backing, cut off acid wash shorts made from some thrift store jeans and a pair of flops. I have a fake mustache as well. We’ll see if I wear it or not. Aside from the fitness mentioned above, I’m eating as much candy as I can, enabled by the massive bowls of it strewn about the workplace. There are two Catholic School Girls, an Anime Girl, and a Britney Spears at the office today. Oh my. I’m sure that I won’t be the only one with sore arms this evening.

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