small talk

i like gerunds. it's as if the action had become so continuous--past, present, future in an uninterrupted flow--it became fact. solid. tangible. something you could learn to depend on.

anyway, that light bulb just went off in my head. but i really don't have the energy to pursue the idea right now. might want to work on it later.

isn't this proof of just how lazy i am? see here, things are clear to me as of the moment. they may not be to you. do you see me trying to drum up enough energy to care?

why don't we try again later.

*****

that was it. that was the whole plan: go to the beach.

we knew which island and which beach we wanted to go to, and we knew (kind of) how to get there. the next phase of the plan would unravel once we had arrived.

we almost didn't. i got lost on my way to pick her up. then we almost got stuck in the middle of nowhere (miles away from any body of water). i had to borrow another bikini top. the list goes on.

and i have reason to believe a couple of weird photos might be going around the internet as i type.

but. the water was great--cold only if you've been under the sun too long; the weather perfect: sunglasses-flipflops-shorts-and- bottled-water perfect. the sunblock was sticky on our backs and the sand gritty on our tummies.

it was so great, so perfect, we almost missed the last ferry back.

*****

god-awful-radio-station jocks here often end their segment with little quotes, cliches, or worse, moral derived from one of aesop's fables. you know--"here's a little something to remember...[put quote here]."

i'm sure i've written stuff ending on a similar note. but i shudder to think at how i might've sounded. (i have nothing against the "and so, kids, the moral of the story is..." type of ending. i just hate the holier-than-thou tone.)

the minute i start to sound like that, do me a favor? slap me.