As I foretold thee...
Aug. 20th, 2011 01:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceBarely 700 words this morning, before I wimped out and came home. I shall eat sossidges and ibuprofen, and see how my hands feel after. (Gnawed, probably, by sossidge-deprived kitties.)
In happier news, Calvin Klein is opening a new underwear store in town - and there all these young men in CK boxers and no shirts, handing out balloons to advertise the fact. Tragically they did have jeans on over their boxers, but hey. No, I did not take a balloon. Nor a photograph. (Giggling women were pointing plenty of phones in their direction, though; they were very handsome lads.)
Interestingly, none of them sported a visible tattoo. I think that must've been deliberate selection: what are the odds, these days, of four random gym bunnies not having any ink between them?
In less happy news, rain has stopped play. Bah humbug. 591 for 6.
In happier news, Calvin Klein is opening a new underwear store in town - and there all these young men in CK boxers and no shirts, handing out balloons to advertise the fact. Tragically they did have jeans on over their boxers, but hey. No, I did not take a balloon. Nor a photograph. (Giggling women were pointing plenty of phones in their direction, though; they were very handsome lads.)
Interestingly, none of them sported a visible tattoo. I think that must've been deliberate selection: what are the odds, these days, of four random gym bunnies not having any ink between them?
In less happy news, rain has stopped play. Bah humbug. 591 for 6.