Brerah

Alas, my computer got the hiv

I am writing you, my dear friends, of whom I may know as few as 0, again from my quaint little hometown of Duncan. No good stories about Duncan yet, but they are sure to follow. I have been having some problems with my blogging machine in Nashville and as a result, I haven't been able to post any of the several ideas that I have had over the past few weeks....but wait impatiently no longer.

The first thing that I need to share with you all is something that happened to me at the gym the other day. It wasn't the first time, but it had been a while, and so it caught me off guard again, and rightly so. Picture me walking into the workout room of the Green Hills YMCA thinking of how much I don't want to be there when I see this-> a red headed guy about my age standing in front of the free weight rack (the ones that you would do curls with, one in each hand) looking into the mirror. He is listening to something on his headphones when he breaks into this wonderful and all-together hysterical robotic-like dance routine in which he doesn't even crack a smile. He does it so non-chalantly(sp?) that I wonder if he thinks that we all think he is the invisible man and that we can't see when he does this. I know I can't be the only person in there who has had to quit the exercise that I am working on to just sit and watch in amazement/wonder as this is happening. I can't figure out if I am puzzled by him, or just jealous because he is so fluid in his movements.

Stay tuned, there shall be many more blogs in the upcoming days...

posted by corbs @ 12:23 AM