I have no updates, but can I tell you that all the red cross swimming lessons I had as a kid were in a salt water bay? Keep your eyes open bitches! Sting, Horseshoe crab, aspirated seam scum! A formative experience.






: Oh and Dame, could you please eviscerate me every time I misspell something from now on? I am really getting pissed at myself. Thanks a billion goose.

Okay, I am so sore in my inner thighs (me have powerful breast stroke kick). You don't realize how much you use those muscles until you are sore down there.

ANYWAY, I went out and met Dorian, Ted and my sis for a few drinks last night. Then Ted kept me up all night with his emphasema (sp) cough (and he is really sick but I'm crabby because I got three hours of sleep) so I am not going tonight as planned but I am going tomorrow morning to check out the crowd at the pool in the AM (as opposed to PM like Tuesday) and I am excited to go this weekend because the gym crowd will likely be more staggered.

I'm swimming in updates. Damnable work!!

dame

i hate to tell you this.
i hope we can still be friends.

i can't swim.

no one knows why.
i have nearly drown olypmic grade swimmers who tried to determined why not.

i know why not. it's purely mental.
it defies my logic as if i could i should be able to fly.
and my bootie would force me to drown in salty water.

i had hoped that guy in france who taught picasso's grandkid could do it but he's gotta be dead by know.
i promised i will before i die.
as far as i know.