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Anthropomorphism: the name of this particular flight of fancy.
9:32 p.m. - 2004-03-14

Hey! Sorry for leavin' the link entry up as the index entry. I couldn't figure out how to keep the page without keeping it as an entry, cause I'm a html-tard, so I just thought, "screw it", and left it as is.

Anyway, now some anthropomorphism! Oh yeah! The other day, I was in the locker room at the gym... and, well, my imagination took hold.

Shirt: Hey, you. Yeah, you. You don't wanna be wearing that sweaty gym shirt while you are stretching out, do you? Of course not. Come on, put me on... I'm so much more comfy.

Me: But, Shirt. I'm still a little sweaty. Shouldn't I just wait until I'm done stretching, until I cool down a bit more, and then put you on so you won't get nasty and wet?

Shirt: *pouts* Fine. Be that way.

Me: *stretching*

Me: *finishes stretching*

Me: Ah, much better. Why are locker rooms always so hot? I know showers are on and stuff, and sometimes people are naked, but geez.

Me: *applies personal hygiene products* Okay, Shirt, ready for you!

Shirt: About f***ing time.

Me: Hmmm... pats face with cold towel. Is Makeup worth reapplying? Nah. I don't feel like it. I'm just a little flushed.

Makeup (muffled, from backpack): Drat!

Coat: Hey, you. Put me on. Think about it. One less thing you'll have to carry. And, then, you won't have to stop again before you leave the building to put me on. It is cold outside. Hey, and while you are at it, let my buddy Hair out of that restrictive floppy bun. He hates that. [don't ask me why, I just thought of my hair as male]

Hair: Yeah! Don't make me mad at you. You remember 2000, right?

Me: *shudders at the memory* But, Coat, if I put you on, I'll get really hot, and start sweating again. And, Hair, you are kinda long, and you'll trap any heat that might escape from my neck if I let you down, thus making me even hotter.

Hair: *glares threateningly*

Coat: Come on, Logic skills! Time saving. Have to put me on anyway. Work, dammit.

*both see this strategy won't work*

Coat: Oh, come on Chloe. We promise we won't make you hot.

Hair: Once you are out of the locker room, it will be cooler, and you won't be sweating in the minute that it takes you to pack up your stuff and leave.

Me: Well... okay. I guess you guys have a point.

*puts on Coat, lets down Hair*

Hair: Hey, fluff me! I don't wanna look bad now!

Me: *sighs* *fluffs*

Hair: That's better.

Sweat: Ha ha! You didn't really think I was gone for good, did you? Wha ha ha ha ha!

Me: GOD DAMN YOU, COAT AND HAIR!

Coat, Hair, Sweat: WHA HA HA HA HA HAHA HA HA!

Shirt: Hurry, or it will be too late!

Me: *puts backpack on, dashes out of locker room* Why isn't it cool out here?! *runs up stairs* What was I thinking?

Sweat: Good thing you didn't bother with Makeup, huh?

Makeup: DAMN YOU, SWEAT!