16 May 2006

Mouse. Fearless Eel.

I don't know that I've ever seen her before in real life. She was lower-class, second-hand clothes, ratty hair, not too attractive. But she was my girlfriend (and sometimes, for whatever reason, also a mouse). She was fearless, though - she decided she wanted to have more money, and the best money she could find was by becoming a cheerleader for a professional football team. While she was doing that, she volunteered for a program where she tutored teenage boys, and at the same time learned how to be a guy's ideal woman. That was all fine with me.

She took me to a horror show. We were late. Something to do with superglue. We wound up watching a movie about Poseidon and the fearless eel tour guide.

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