Finally, internet!
I'm a fucking idiot. So there I was last saturday, tired from moving (I was up from 6 AM to 4 AM on Friday. I just wanted to sit back and watch a movie with Asia Argento in it, so I went to the 10 PM show of The Last Mistress at the Lagoon. I don't know if you know about Catherine Breillat movies, but, suffice to say, she thinks that simulated sex in a movie is for chumps. Anyway, a woman sat down just behind me by herself and sat through the end of the credits.
When I got up, we talked a little, and chatted about Breillat and Argento. We walked outside together, and after some more conversation, I abruptly said good-night and went to get my bike. STUPID! When I finally thought about it, she'd made no indication that she wanted to flee from my presence. In fact, she was out, alone, on a Saturday night, to see an erotic French costume drama. If that doesn't say "we should go get coffee," I don't know what does.
In the off chance that she has a SuicideGirls account: Perry, I'm sorry I ran off like that. I was tired and I got nervous!
Anyway, the move went okay. I used AAA Movers, and they were a little on the bureaucratic side (they wouldn't take anything in boxes smaller than a certain size and made me fill out numerous forms absolving them from any damages). My dad approves of the new location because of the 1920's architecture, but he's the only one that's seen it so far. I've got people coming over for gaming next week, so I'll have to finish unpacking this weekend.
Good to be back.
I'm a fucking idiot. So there I was last saturday, tired from moving (I was up from 6 AM to 4 AM on Friday. I just wanted to sit back and watch a movie with Asia Argento in it, so I went to the 10 PM show of The Last Mistress at the Lagoon. I don't know if you know about Catherine Breillat movies, but, suffice to say, she thinks that simulated sex in a movie is for chumps. Anyway, a woman sat down just behind me by herself and sat through the end of the credits.
When I got up, we talked a little, and chatted about Breillat and Argento. We walked outside together, and after some more conversation, I abruptly said good-night and went to get my bike. STUPID! When I finally thought about it, she'd made no indication that she wanted to flee from my presence. In fact, she was out, alone, on a Saturday night, to see an erotic French costume drama. If that doesn't say "we should go get coffee," I don't know what does.
In the off chance that she has a SuicideGirls account: Perry, I'm sorry I ran off like that. I was tired and I got nervous!
Anyway, the move went okay. I used AAA Movers, and they were a little on the bureaucratic side (they wouldn't take anything in boxes smaller than a certain size and made me fill out numerous forms absolving them from any damages). My dad approves of the new location because of the 1920's architecture, but he's the only one that's seen it so far. I've got people coming over for gaming next week, so I'll have to finish unpacking this weekend.
Good to be back.
*Hands up, quieting the applause*
Please, please. No need to thank me. Just doing my job. Healer of emotional distress. The Doctor is in the hizou!