June 19th, 2002. Wednesday
 

    After yesterday's subway/cottage cheese shenanigans, I thought that would be the end of anything curdled or disgusting. This morning, another cottage cheese incident. Except this time the cottage cheese was not in the mouth or mustache of a disgusting man, but on the thighs of a 200+ lb woman, who for some inexplicable reason found it either necessary or stylish to wear a skirt with a slit halfway up her formidable thigh.  She was standing by the door, and facing sideways, so we all got a very nice view. I was glad to see that I wasn't the only one who had noticed and was gawking. Although I wasn't sure if the man I saw staring was more repulsed or intrigued.  Anyway, because of the way she was standing, and because her enormous buttocks pulled the skirt a good ways off wear it should have been, you could almost see her lower back up through the slit. And it was slit on both sides.  Nevermind the fact that you could see the cottage cheese thighs on both sides.  That's just wrong. Who wears skirts with slits on both sides? No one I know, that's for sure.  Talk about a fashion faux pas.  Anyway, the amount of ass you could see was quite disturbing.  Lately I find it nearly impossible to suppress the retching reflex when i see something disgusting. Sometimes I'll even let out a faint "ugggghhh..."  I used to do that only when other people were around, for comedic effect.  Now I just can't stop.

    After work last night, I had my guitar lesson. The place is always so muggy and smoky, it's almost unbearable.  But i think the lessons are going well.  I'm remembering a lot of the music theory stuff I had forgotten after 15 years of piano, nine years of violin, and six years of trumpet lessons.  Then off to the nightjob. I was extremely disappointed to find out I'd be pulling double duty. I had to watch "Spy TV" at 8, then the new reality show "Houston General" at 10.  I must say, though, both shows turned out to be more enjoyable than I thought.  Spy TV had some genuinely funny gags.  And Houston General, despite my best efforts to resist, drew me in with their damn compelling drama.  This show has everything!   A doctor with a brain tumor, a wild-card cowboy surgeon, a handsome, arrogant doctor who does limb replacements.  He actually did this surgery on a woman who got three fingers cut off, where he took one of her toes and made it into a finger.  It was really gross, but I couldn't stop watching.  Then the woman's boyfriend was shown in a jewelry store, telling the store attendant "I need a wedding ring, but I need it for a toe."  Funny ha-ha.  It was tough writing questions for this show though, since I always try to make them funny, because while there were genuinely funny moments, a large part of the show was also devoted to the death of a twin born two months prematurely.  I got a little misty eyed at that one. For some reason, it really infuriates me when tears well up in my eyes, and I look at the corner of my screen and see the "ABC" logo there.  Network tv is not supposed to move me.  Especially during the summer.

    Anyway, between shows I walked a few blocks north in Soho to Broome St. to visit with Rodzilla, who was closing up shop at the wine store.  I let her read my story that is getting read aloud in my class today.  She wasn't very impressed. Neither was I, so I didn't mind her reaction.  I know it's crap.  I have much higher hopes for my piece that I'm handing in today though.  So I had a couple of glasses of white wine, chatted for a while, and walked briskly back to work, where I was emotionally manipulated for the next hour by crappy network reality tv programming. I am putty.
 

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