Monday, August 03, 2009

I've heard living
Is easy to do

Today was another nice day.

(Yes. ^^That's what you think it is.)

There was this guy in the gym, about 50 years old, mullet, tank top and shorts pulled up really high.

Later on, we were in the car, and Stanette said, "Did you see Mullet Guy?"

I said, "Oh, oh, oh!"

She said he made eye contact and, once made, proceeded to bore holes into your soul with his eyes.

I said, "Well, I saw him in the locker room. Not only is he tank-top-tucked-in-too-high-shorts-mullet-guy..."

"He is also shaved chest, super dark, speedo tan line guy."

Oh yeah. Speedo tan line.


Except the mullet.

He was truly striking.

After copmposing ourselves, we went grocery shopping, and then we went out to dinner.

I had brick chicken with grilled onions and jalapenos.

She had grilled steak salad.

We came home, watched a couple episodes of True Blood.

I played the Telecaster for a while, wrote this and went to bed.