I spent the morning pulling up carpet. There were some guys from the telephone company at the house, installing new lines. One of them thought he was pretty tough stuff—the other guy, the one doing all the work, was real sweet (and drool-worthingly cute). Maybe I’m just shallow (okay, no maybe—I really am shallow), but I think southern Indiana must have a monopoly on young hot guys. I mean, everywhere I go! Oh, there’s a hot one—oh but wait, here comes another! Doesn’t mean they’re nice people—I’d have to actually tackle them to find that out—but the eye candy is real sweet.
‘Nuff said on that topic. The Olympics have been great—gymnastics and swimming—but darn NBC for not showing fencing! Darn them!
Reading a new book called Trash Sex Magic by Jennifer Stevenson. I’m not quite sure how to describe this book, except that it’s delicate and gritty and full of dream. I’m really enjoying it.