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Recently viewed:

The Dangerous Lives of Alter Boys
See it if you can!

"In mid-1970s Savannah, two bright but rebellious boys, Francis Doyle and Tim Sullivan, fight boredom, hormones and discipline-heavy teachers in their quest to find something meaningful beyond the walls of their parish school. Francis is an exceptional artist, whose imaginative forays into a fictional universe of good and evil fill his notebooks with comic-book imagery and create a netherworld of superhero alter egos for the two boys."

(See imdb.com synopsis here.)

 



<saturday july 13, 2002 - 10:20 p.m.>

Today I had an uncharacteristic urge to shop.

Despite the fact that it feels like the summer has just begun, I realized today that it is nearly half over. I needed a bathing suit, desperately, and I was determined to get one even if it killed me.

And you know what, I was going to write about it, but I'm not.

I was going to write about the tortuously illuminating florescent lighting at the Bay (which played painful tricks of albification on my already established pastiness), the hideously overpriced fabric fragments at Bikini Village (On sale! $109.00 for small triangles that wouldn't decently cover a cabbage patch kid!), and then Zellers (!?), where I bought four separates, two black and two blue.

In retrospect perhaps the colour selection was a unconscious tribute to my bruised ego.

But I'm not going to write about that, because I am certain I am not the only one who harbours an open hatred of bathing suit shopping.

When I got home I modeled the two blue pieces. The sheer cheapness of the bathing suits was worrying me. I asked Mark what he thought.

"Wow, that sure is shiny!"

Ok, that comment alone guaranteed that I would not show myself in public.

I had a feeling that the bra was giving my boobs a slight "ski-slope" effect. I asked Mark. No, he hadn't noticed. I think that men would only notice cleavage, or the absence of.

"Mark, are the bottoms too tight? Too weird across the front?"

"Well, they don't leave much to the imagination, do they?"

I have quick-dry shorts. I'm wearing them over my bathing suit and they are not coming off. Ever.

Mark, feel free to defend yourself in the comment box.

:)

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