on things that used to be there

got on the train today, and saw a girl i went to high school with. she graduated a year before me. she wasn't a great looker, but she had enormous breasts. today, she is still not a great looker, and she no longer has enormous breasts. it's like it wasn't really her. strange. i know they can put a strain on the back, and of course, she has every right to alter her body in any manner she desires. but, i couldn't help but feel a vague sense of loss.

there is another girl. this one i remember from college. her thing was she had a huge ass, sort of an r. crumb comic book ass. needless to say, she no longer has it. in fact, the ass seems to shrink a bit each time i see her. now, while i am aware of the medical reasons for a breast reduction, the ass reduction is not known for its medicinal purposes. perhaps the attention to her ass was a pain in the ass, and she was tired of her ass being the butt of many a joke. well, i suppose all of that is behind her now, but only for those who didn't know her the other way. for those who knew her before, it's almost funnier this way. in any case, this decision also filled me with a mild regret.

where do i go from here? the job still sucks. sadly, the one thing i would like to see reduced is the one thing i will have to keep on doing. while they may not be murdering my years, they are certainly wounding them. and the thousands of stolen hours will never be returned. ah, to be ira gitler.

where have all the asses gone, long time passing. steve nash has been a long time passing, while for the lucky old suns strolling down the frankie laine, it's been a long time coming. well, i don't want to blazing saddle you with guilt, for you may peggy sue for mel practice. in that case, i would brooks no anger toward you and i would pray for missile toe and buddy holly, but you would drop the bomb on me and say that i have no sole, and while i could tell you to walk a mile with gene shue, this would not solve the problem.

we are coming to the rear end of this blog, and i know that you would like to see me reduce my entries in the future. well, all i can say is get thee behind me, satan doll, for every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven. and while i don't want to fight you, i will duke ellington it out with you if i must.

for now fats, read my off the waller remarks, and learn.