So tired. So...tired.
I just went into the bathroom for paper towels and the guy in there was toweling off his whole arms, above the elbow and then higher, into the short sleeves.
It was the bathroom where the Czech spy towels off his head and spews code.
But the arms guy—let me just say, he has a weirdass body. It's like his torso is 20% too short or something, like all his upper body is crammed into a tiny package. And his chest is huge, not in a muscular way but in a deformed way. The thing with this guy—the reason I don't feel bad posting about him—is that every time I've ever seen him he immediately glares at me, as if to challenge me to stare at him. And I never would have noticed, really, without these glares.
Cage fighting in the Midwest! (NYT--registration required?)
The woman on the other side of my cubicle wall spends all day on the phone with countless contractors and retail people--today, in the past hour, she's haggled over the price of her refrigerator, negotiated a deal on insulation, and talked with roofers.
It was the bathroom where the Czech spy towels off his head and spews code.
But the arms guy—let me just say, he has a weirdass body. It's like his torso is 20% too short or something, like all his upper body is crammed into a tiny package. And his chest is huge, not in a muscular way but in a deformed way. The thing with this guy—the reason I don't feel bad posting about him—is that every time I've ever seen him he immediately glares at me, as if to challenge me to stare at him. And I never would have noticed, really, without these glares.
Cage fighting in the Midwest! (NYT--registration required?)
The woman on the other side of my cubicle wall spends all day on the phone with countless contractors and retail people--today, in the past hour, she's haggled over the price of her refrigerator, negotiated a deal on insulation, and talked with roofers.
0 Replies:
Post a Comment
<< Home