Starting Over. There's a woman with a part of my life there that is just... weird.
Former competitive gymnast (though she was at a much higher level than I) who left gymnastics and has this whole perfection thing going. Unwilling to try new things.
The whole shebang.
She talks about the gym and I get it -- missing the smell, the chalk dust all of that.
amy's a poet
but she just doesn't know it
amy, don't blow it
Field day in Boston on the company dime.
Eh, it's only across town. About fifteen minutes on the intercampus shuttle bus.
I'm not feeling very haiku-y.
I'm feeling more pirate-y. Yarrrr, matey.
Eh, it's only across town. About fifteen minutes on the intercampus shuttle bus.
Maybe they just really like riding the bus?
There's a woman with a part of my life there that is just... weird.
How is it making you feel? Creeped out because of the parallels? Sad? Wistful?
HA! Don't know ita. Just uncomfortable. Like, oh yeah. I've been there. I know that song and dance.
How is it making you feel? Creeped out because of the parallels? Sad? Wistful?
are we there yet?
This is almost Beckettian