My girlfriend bores me.
I was thinking about it when I was walking over to her apartment this afternoon. She laughs at everything I say, and I don't think I'm that funny. I catch her checking out the books at my place, and I want to tell her that I've read The Firm
and Sports Illustrated
On Seventh Avenue downtown, the wind in the concrete canyons whipped the trash around and blew up the smell of the gym soap off my skin. I don't know a whole lot about scented soaps, but it didn't smell bad.
Oh shit, she's coming over to the computer. I'll get back to this later.