Mental Notes for 8-16-7

A girl who frequents the Y came in. It was during my break. We were out of Root Beer, Mountain Dew, and Lemonade. I also said, “Don’t look at me, I just work here.”

A minute later, she came by and asked if I work out at the Y. I said I was thinking the same thing of her. She said her name is Linda. Assuming I remember her correctly, she’s the chick that does weighted chin-ups for more reps than I can. She looks awesome. I’d also swear she usually wears dark lipstick at the gym. And she usually has her abs flashing the world, clad in a sportsbra. Yeah, exactly.

Today she had her two kids with her. I’ve also seen another guy come in. The guy that I noted who smokes. He keeps saying I’m Trent Reznor.

What else…

Tracy was upset because she got conned into coming in today. She was told she’d do prep and clean, but naturally she got screwed over. I asked if she was okay, and she said no. Which put me in a unique position. I asked because I care, but I can’t say that I know her well enough to actually do anything to comfort the girl.

I keep meaning to annotate this, but I haven’t gotten around to. The weed Sarah had made me a little horny, at least for the time it effected me. Emily’s pot may have been stronger, but I can’t say it did THAT to me. I was just sitting there, feeling relaxed, noting my increased heartrate, and I noticed, “Hrm. I suddenly feel kind of horny!” Maybe it was laced with something, who knows. And no, I didn’t get the aforementioned offered blowjob. If I have to talk myself into something (of this nature), I probably shouldn’t bother.

I’ll hit up the social security office in Parsippany tomorrow morning. Which opens at 9 AM. Quaint.