The Incredible Mangoes

10th jan 09

i just came back from the gym. i can barely move because my back, arms and legs have not been used so vigorously in months (haa haa haaa). i was obviously not there because i felt like gymming randomly. i was there because Grape Cigar was there.

let me introduce Grape Cigar (since i have been told that i do not describe anyone). it's only because everyone is visually present in my mind and i am not able to do justice to anyone using words! but anyway, Grape Cigar has been an ongoing mission for a while now. she is this really really really hot girl who so many people i know are crushing on but she has denied everyone. she likes a committed pretty boy. i've admitted defeat but i can't stop trying.

so anyway, Grape Cigar came over to chill with us. i did all kinds of stupid things to entertain her/help her with her sound project (bark, scream, sing etc). she wanted to go to the gym with our mutual friend and both of them started getting ready. "pllllleeeeeaaasssseeee ask me!!" i was screaming in my head, sitting there in my adidas jacket and sweat pants (yes prepared already). and eventually she did.

so i don't think i've mentioned this yet but i am OBSESSED with the color red. anybody wearing red will be checked out by me. anybody who i think is hot wearing red will drive me crazy. and lately Grape Cigar's wardrobe has consisted of so much red. unfair.

so she goes to the bathroom and comes out in her tiny black shorts and red sweatshirt. and suddenly i'm like "oh fuck. i shouldn't go. i can't do this". birdie predicts i will fall off the treadmill someday while staring. but i obviously go. and we're in the gym. and she is SO fucking hot and i don't know what to do. so i burn 400 calories and also manage to spend 20 minutes on weights. oh man. now i'm dealing with the consequences i.e. cramps EVERYWHERE.

- doggie