Monday, July 9, 2012

Pomegranate

I'm not afraid of heights, but I'm afraid of the possibility of falling and dying. Whenever I look down and start thinking about falling, my legs turn into jello and I feel like I'm going to collapse. My friend said that means I'm afraid of heights. I'm not. I can walk around, look down, etc. and be perfectly fine, but it's when I start thinking that everything goes downhill. My lousy friends used to pretend to jump off mall overhangs and freeway bridges. I try not to look. Given this fact, it's kind of weird that one of the things that I want to do before I die is go on a hot air balloon ride. They're just too cute to pass up. I figure as long as I go with someone that doesn't mind me freaking out and clinging onto them like lint on black pants it'll be fine. Any takers?

Okay, I know this is really dumb, but I have to admit to something. Back in the day when I would ride up an escalator I would stare down at my feet and notice that my shoes were dirty. Then I would realize there was that brush-y thing at the side and think "Hmm... I wonder if I can clean my shoes on this?" so I stuck my shoe next to it. When I got off the escalator I noticed that my shoes were dirtier than they were initially. Is this because the escalator is dirty or because everyone cleans their shoes on the brush-y thing?

First time playing with sweaty guys at the gym. Not bad, not bad though I am bleeding, but that's to be expected. I'm fragile. Nothing a Hello Kitty bandage can't fix. After they realized I wasn't useless they actually passed me the ball and invited me to play next time. Given the fact that nearly all of them were nice old men, it wasn't too surprising. I'm so sore that at this point I'm pretty sure my calves have calves. Now all I need to do is find nice old men to play tennis with me. I figure I might as well put my basketball and tennis skills (or lack thereof) to some use or else I'll end up utilizing such acquired ability to throw laundry into a basket and swat flies which is rather wasteful don't you think?

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