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vicarzI'm too busy to read, and I really hate losing touch with LJ. 10 months and 14 days until this is all over.
This weekend, while not working on the work I never finished, we went hiking at um...well someplace in Shenandoah. You start off crossing a creek where rocks let you hop. When Jen, Kelowna, and I went there after some rains, many of the rocks were missing or submerged, so we helped locate new rocks and put them in the water for ourselves and other hikers. So we made minor history, and crossed on those (possibly) same rocks.
Sitting by the creek was the most adorable little boy. He was wearing black casual pants, and an unbuttoned shirt. His abs were skinny perfect. He had just a little tan, and light brown hair. His facial features were just perfect, to die for with strong cheekbones and chin. He had a well-trimmed beared, and imaculately shaped hair. He was writing in a little notebook by the creek...the consummate poet. I thought this fellow was so much cooler than some goober on a laptop in starbucks! I mean he had the original foothold on angst here...looking very wistful, writing in his notebook in the woods. I wondered - was he exploring? Was he roleplaying? Was his heart recently broken? Would my tongue trace the ridges of his abdomen? He was adorable, and even if he was being dramatic, he had so far trumped the mall-goth that I don't care if it was on purpose - it rocked old-school, older than bauhaus old-fucking-school "goth." We saw him towards the mid-point of our hike, wandering the trail - barefoot. He didn't look dirty. He was like a little fawn...one you wanted to bathe in the creek. Yummy or just plain cute to look at little boy! What was he...18? 20? 22? What a cutie!
We lunged up a steep hill that goes up about 700' in .25 miles or so at the start of our hike. Just to be spiteful, Jen proposed at the end of our hike we tackle the hill again to make sure we get a good workout. We did it, but wow I'm walking like I got some today.
This weekend, while not working on the work I never finished, we went hiking at um...well someplace in Shenandoah. You start off crossing a creek where rocks let you hop. When Jen, Kelowna, and I went there after some rains, many of the rocks were missing or submerged, so we helped locate new rocks and put them in the water for ourselves and other hikers. So we made minor history, and crossed on those (possibly) same rocks.
Sitting by the creek was the most adorable little boy. He was wearing black casual pants, and an unbuttoned shirt. His abs were skinny perfect. He had just a little tan, and light brown hair. His facial features were just perfect, to die for with strong cheekbones and chin. He had a well-trimmed beared, and imaculately shaped hair. He was writing in a little notebook by the creek...the consummate poet. I thought this fellow was so much cooler than some goober on a laptop in starbucks! I mean he had the original foothold on angst here...looking very wistful, writing in his notebook in the woods. I wondered - was he exploring? Was he roleplaying? Was his heart recently broken? Would my tongue trace the ridges of his abdomen? He was adorable, and even if he was being dramatic, he had so far trumped the mall-goth that I don't care if it was on purpose - it rocked old-school, older than bauhaus old-fucking-school "goth." We saw him towards the mid-point of our hike, wandering the trail - barefoot. He didn't look dirty. He was like a little fawn...one you wanted to bathe in the creek. Yummy or just plain cute to look at little boy! What was he...18? 20? 22? What a cutie!
We lunged up a steep hill that goes up about 700' in .25 miles or so at the start of our hike. Just to be spiteful, Jen proposed at the end of our hike we tackle the hill again to make sure we get a good workout. We did it, but wow I'm walking like I got some today.
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Date: 2006-09-11 04:15 pm (UTC)First thing I thought when you mentioned the perfect boy... was that he was a ghost.
--kelowna
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Date: 2006-09-11 04:29 pm (UTC)That hill was killer - understand we didn't do it twice in a row though - we started there going up, and since the trail is a loop, we hit it at the "end" of our hike. We just went up and down the second time, then walked back to the car. It was killer and fun!
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