More Crazy Friends

So Gwen has an unhealthy obsession with Trent Reznor, of all people. Tonight she described her kitchen decor to me:

"I have pictures of Trent all over my fridge, like the super-cool person that I am. He's just glaring at me from my fridge door, like, 'are you sure you want to eat that, fatass?' And I'm all like, 'oh, trent, you hurt me so, but I love you anyway.' And he's all like 'yeah, baby, I love you too.' And then he's like 'in fact, I love you so much that I want to be you.'"

I'm surrounded by insanity, I tell you. INSANITY!

That is all.

Ooh! Except that tomorrow I begin my foray into the world of aquatic fitness! I'm meeting two friends at the Rec Center pool to swim some laps after my 9:30 class tomorrow morning. Should be interesting, as I am a lousey swimmer -- didn't learn 'til I was about 12 or 13, when I finally just freaking taught myself. My brother and my sister both got lessons when they were little. What's up with that?