Coming down the elevator this afternoon a man was commenting to a woman about her purse. Only recently have I learned that those symbols make it a Coach purse; it could have been a knock-off for all I know. Anyway, I walked into the gym, and said something about it to the two male trainers. “Come on Jack get with the times and discuss purses with women,” M said through his laughter. “I’m just not that gay,” was my only retort. On the way out, he commented on my gym bag: “It’s got all those zippers and pockets!”
And with the weather finally cooling down, I’m feeling it’s time to call the body place and see about getting a piercing. As much as I want a lorum, I know it’s best to start with the nipple and move south. After all I started with the little kangi Dragon and moved to the fleur de lys. And while I’m waiting for Musclecakes to compose a piece for my calf, I’m considering a dragonfly. I’m just not sure where to get it.
