i'm on fire, i'm on fire

Interesting art from corduroy.

After playing volleyball last night I'm left with a long bruise tattooing my left hand. It looks like a little kid scribbled all over my wrist with a purple pen and then rolled my palm on an almost dried out ink pad. I guess I can't expect much less since when you really think about it, all I was doing for two hours was slapping a hard ball in the face over and over.

And even though it was sweet of Stefan to do a load of laundry after he got home from work, it also meant that my workout pants were uber static-charged and therefore behaved more like spandex for the first hour or so of the game. I developed a temporary nervous tick of pinching them away from my body, trying to convince the fabric from hugging my legs so stubbornly.

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There really isn't anything better than staticy work out pants. Well, except for maybe a deer with a flaming ass.