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08 July 2005
Who else is staying in tonight?→[More:]I wish I was out drinking with these guys (next round would be on me!), but I'm stuck at home scanning pictures for a post-funeral funeral.
Anyone else staying it? Care to keep each other company?
I'm in. I've locked myself in for the night since I'm having an abnormally manic day and don't trust myself to go out.
Plus, I know I'll be out until five or six tomorrow.
I'm staying in. But then I almost always am staying in. The days of always going on weekend nights are some years behind me, I think.
My night will be about as nerdy as possible. Just about five or six weeks ago I decided I was going to watch the whole of the series of Deep Space Nine, because it seems like most people who would know think it the best of the Star Trek series. So I'm going to watch some more episodes tonight.
I'm at the end of season five, episode 121. That's 120 episodes I've watched in slightly less than six weeks. That's way, way too much mediocre television in a short period of time. I find myself thinking about DS9 whenever my mind wanders; it's really disturbing.
And I because I have a strong OSD component in my personality, I can't stop. I've only got two more seasons to go and I'll have watched the whole thing. And I think this is the best section of the series anyway.
I'm in for the night too. Eating Cool Ranch Doritos, playing with Ultra Fractal and listening to Comedy Central in the background. That's right! I'm a party girl!
I'm staying in... a hotel in Lincoln, Alabama. On my way to a family reunion at my brother's timeshare in Hilton Head, SC, starting tomorrow. I'm WiFi-ing from the Days Inn on my son's laptop. I hope I don't get arrested, but it's supposed to be free with the room...
Then you really should drink more and catch up! (see, this is why I've locked myself in tonight. I'd be a danger to myself and others out on the street)
To make myself look marginally cooler, I fely first breast, gaot my first blowjob. gave my first cunniligus in the same night, and lost my virginity less than a month later.
[My most memorable slumber party incident, to prove LeeJay's point, was when Marla asked Aimee how she'd like a big, fat mustache. Aimee said she'd like that just fine. So Marla held Aimee down and drew on with a magic marker. Turned out Aimee didn't like it so much. They both got sent home.]
I did that porn catalog thing three years ago --- to the woman who sent me an borderline-threatening anonymous email about how horrible I was for dating her boss.
I used her office address.
Those porn places, they just don't deliver. No fireworks, no nothing. But, of course, the campus mail division might have had something to do with that.
OK--I dare all of you to sign someone you dislike up for some filthy porn.
The only person I really dislike isn't online. I did once do sort of an offline version of that.
There was a guy that used to torment my best friend all the time. I happened to know a few very determined Jehovah's Witnesses at the time and dropped a few hints around them that I had a "friend" who had expressed an interest in learning more about JWs. I happily handed over his home adress and phone number.
My dad once took out a classified ad that read something like:
"Arnie's Stud Service - Goats our specialty. Call from 11PM to 7AM, day sleeper, (xxx) xxx-xxxx"
to get even with someone at work who had duct-taped a pair of size 60XXXXL (or some ridiculous size) panties to his brand-new motorcyle in the parking lot at work.
That's even better than signing them up for filthy pr0n, in my book.
"Arnie's Stud Service - Goats our specialty. Call from 11PM to 7AM, day sleeper, (xxx) xxx-xxxx"
Hehe. I remember there used to be envelopes you could buy from novelty shops that had return addresses from places like The National Center for STD Research and The Foundation for Premature Ejaculation, that sort of thing. They usually came with a sticker on the outside that said "Thank you for your submission!" or "Here is the information you requested!"
I'm just lurking at this slumber party. Kind of like the perv peeking through window.
It's bright, brand-new-day morning for me, so I can't really get into either cocktails or popcorn and coke. I'm just sipping my cappucino and watching the pillow fights and giggling.
You're supposed to remember something as momentous as your first french kiss, but I have no idea when exactly mine was. Had to be sometime in junior high, though sixth grade is a possibility. The only thing I remember exactly was losing my virginity at 15 during the summer between my sophomore and junior year.
Here's something amazing: the woman I'm dating now lives in the town I grew up in and we went to high school together and dated shortly thereafter. She contacted me in the Spring. That's kinda weird, going back twenty-two years, but what's more weird is that we go back longer than that. Her grandparents lived two houses down the street when we were both about seven and eight, and I occasionally played with her and her two sisters occasionally (one of which became head cheerleader in high school!). I don't remember this, but Paula (the woman I'm seeing now) claims that we "played doctor" sometime about then. And, apparently, she nurtured a crush on me for years that went into full-bloom when we were in high school. She's close to my age but was two grades back and I had this weird personal philosophy of not dating younger girls because I thought it was sort of cheating, so she chased after me for a couple of years and we did make-out a few times, but it was only a couple years after high school that we dated for a while.
Anyway, it's really strange to be dating someone that I've known for thirty-two years.
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