Blood Sweat and Tears
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13 Aug 2007 ›
10:30 am
The last few weeks in New York have been a putrid, scorching armpit. Riding the train has been a sensorial overload, and I don’t mean that in a good way. I’d never dreamed my nostrils would have to work so hard before 9 a.m. Oh the ripeness of my fellow man! I have a whole new resentment against the onion bagel eaters of the world. Thank you so much for excreting that out your pores two inches from my face! The worst thing about this particular heat wave is the level of dreadfulness it adds to my Claire errands. There’s just no way to go outside for more than ten seconds without coming back looking revolting. Don’t even get me started about my hair.
So, of course, Claire sent me out nearly every day. Today was particularly wonderful, as Claire is gathering everything she’ll need to go to the Vineyard for a wedding this weekend. She made me go to Eres and grab six bathing suits, so she could choose her favorite in the privacy of her office. An extra fun part was the look that the sales girl gave me when I, (drenched in sweat, hair a-frizz) asked for everything in a size 2. It was very delicious to have her give me the head to toe eye-raping, as her brain clearly registered; denial (my legs), denial (my butt), denial (my waist), denial (my boobs), denial (my brain), DENIAL!
