Friday, February 02, 2007
8:07 PM
As I was walking down Q street in my clay covered, soaking wet pants, I realized that I am, quite truly...ridiculous. Let's just say that making clay isn't the neatest of jobs to do. I did, however, get a good 2 hours of seeing the nicest ass I've ever seen in. Oh and Holly...it is perfect. It's not too big, it doesn't protrude on the sides of his hips, rather it goes straight back, and it curves quite nicely. It is perfect. And no, I'm not ashamed to admit that I enjoy his bum. It's almost like he knew it, too. When I walked around the stairs (I was late...go figure. eh, so being punctual isn't really my 'thing') He and Amanda, (the third part of our group) were coming down the stairs and maybe it was my beet red chest from the bitter cold and my lack of scarf but he was smiling as if he knew that I had been thinking about his bum since yesterday. It really wouldn't bother me if he knew. I just wish I wasn't so shy. Today when we were cleaning up the mixing room after we were done, I was completely soaked because I was the one running the hose, and I accidentally had my hand on the nozzle and sprayed right at him. Now, naturally, me being the sarcastic person I really am, would have said something right away about him being dry and it serving him right. But, considering I completely freeze around people I immediately start apologizing and begin to think that he's going to hate me forever. Luckily, I braved up a little and said, "eh, I just didn't think that everyone was wet enough..." which was okay, because he agreed and laughed a little, I think, so whatev. Oh well, I really wish I could let loose on people like I did at home. I have so much more fun that way. By the time we got done, my pants were soaked, covered in clay, my shirt was no longer the brown that it started, and I looked like crap. Oh, not to mention I fucked up the entire batch of clay. The recipe called for something called 'red grog.' Instead of the red grog we put in 'grog 10' which has a really heavy grain to it. I was the one who put it in, even though neither me nor amanda noticed a difference, so naturally, I take the blame for it. I didn't let it bother me too much as I normally would have in this situation, but I still felt bad. He seemed pretty peeved about it...oops, sorry cory. I still like your bum though...?