sonicare + dildo = kath's blog

that's right, good readers. if you do a google search using the above words, you will get this blog. i love it.

i find myself thinking of very random people for no apparent reason. on a daily basis.

por ejemplo,
The woman who called roll at jury duty last April. She was slightly overweight, African-American with a kickin' southern accent of which I was insanely jealous. Everyone was half asleep. It was 9am in the morning.

"Jose Ruiz?"
no answer.
"Jose Ruiz?"
"Oh! Here."
"Well, good mor-nin!"

You couldn't help but be happy upon hearing her because she sounded so delighted to see you.

Then there's this weird woman who comes to my gym. I think she's Hispanic but I'm not sure. She comes in the same snazzy red and black gym suit every day. She carries an old pink Conway bag. It's full of miscellaneous periodicals. She comes up the half flight of stairs to a stretching,/ free weight area where I'm attempting to hold a plank position for a full minute. She lays down, her back pressed against a pillar and puts her feet up on one of those big physioballs. Then she delves deep into the Conway bag and pulls out a NY Post or similar and reads. She wears huge headphones. She smells like staleness. Stale what, I don't know. Something both metallic and musty. Periodically she does exactly three leg lifts. She stays there for hours. I dare not ask her for the physioball that the rest of my workout requires. Her hair looks like a wig.

These are the people I think about. Amongst other bizarre folk, for sure.