I'd like you to know that I spent a large amount of time throwing my leg up onto the wall outside my apartment last night and saying "that can go higher" skirt and all. I had been challenged to prove my claim of being flexible, which I am. Very. I always did a great job on the sit and reach in school. (That was the only one I did well on. Damn shuttle run.) Not that I could do the mile either. I cheated once though. Pretty proud of that. Didn't get caught at all, best time I've ever gotten (one should hope if I cheated I had a good time).
So back to yesterday. I somehow found it necessary twice in one day to brag about my flexibility. Which I am sure is not that amazing compared to stretching masters of the world (because there are stretching masters of the world). So I felt compelled to prove it to cat.man and m.cass last night. I did not realize at first that it was extremely easy to see right up my skirt while I was doing my leg-up-on-the-wall-technique. m.cass informed me that I was indeed flashing furniture.man's window. However, the blinds were down, no worries right? Not that I really care, I had underwear and tights on, that's like considered a shield in most countries I think.
Why do I tell the world about the dumb shit I do? Because it's funny. And I'm funny. And therefore I'm quite the catch for any fisherman out there.
Right now I'm indulging in some much needed etsy browsing. I need stuff. Good thing I found that disgusting sculpture on the side of the road yesterday...if I had to buy that it'd be expensive I'm sure.
No comments:
Post a Comment