The last week has been pretty rad. On Friday I went down to the city for film and photo paper. I felt like thrifting so I drove to Halsted (Boystown/ best stores in the city). It turns out they were having a giant "market day" that weekend so everything got crazy.
I:
Found out there is an International Association of Gay Square Dance Clubs
Saw the ugliest crossdresser ever
Got checked out by 50 year old guys in a sex toy store
Drank water out of a half naked fireman's hose
All in all a good day...
Early this week I finally saw Joe for the first time since before he went to Minesotta. That was fantastic. We took the canoe out on the lake. Talked about his trip to Wisconsin and my upcoming California trip. We ditched the canoe and ended up swimming naked for a good two hours. That felt so freeing. I know someone was hoping for pictures...sorry to dissapoint. heh. We ate oatmeal cookies and watched X-files for a bit after. It was marvelous.
So yes...besides that just more work, more darkroom dancing, and as much time talking to Jess as possible.
I can't complain, but I can't wait till the new semester starts and I'm not quite as bombarded by stress.
Kocham ciebie you bum
I:
Found out there is an International Association of Gay Square Dance Clubs
Saw the ugliest crossdresser ever
Got checked out by 50 year old guys in a sex toy store
Drank water out of a half naked fireman's hose
All in all a good day...
Early this week I finally saw Joe for the first time since before he went to Minesotta. That was fantastic. We took the canoe out on the lake. Talked about his trip to Wisconsin and my upcoming California trip. We ditched the canoe and ended up swimming naked for a good two hours. That felt so freeing. I know someone was hoping for pictures...sorry to dissapoint. heh. We ate oatmeal cookies and watched X-files for a bit after. It was marvelous.
So yes...besides that just more work, more darkroom dancing, and as much time talking to Jess as possible.
I can't complain, but I can't wait till the new semester starts and I'm not quite as bombarded by stress.
Kocham ciebie you bum
That's eww, sweetie.
You probably have herpes now...
skeetskeetskeet
If there's one thing I hate most in this world, it's interstitial cystitis. Ouchouchouch.
......ouch......
I'm chock full of vicoden and still hurting like a mother fucker. Not even fuckah. Fucker.
I bought a hello kitty trash can today. And I thought you should be the first to know.
It has some tissue, a few candy wrappers, and an empty bottle of wellbutrin SR. And now that I've written that down, it's not big surprise that I watch Lifetime [television for women] Original Movies. Tissues. Chocolate. Antidepressants. ...fuck.
LUNCHEON TOMORROW.
I *need* to feel better now... *NEED* to.
I now smell like candy, in addition to being made of it. Specifically, I smell like purple pez, though the scent being advertised is called "Love Spell". I love Victoria's Secret like you don't even know.
Sex appeal fascinates me.
And I feel like an idiot because I completely forgot the japanese phrase that's the equivilant of "It's been awhile since I've seen you". Completely forgot it. I know the first few characters, and the last few, but there's two I can't remember. FUCK.
There's a renaissance fare going on somewhere in California and Xandra bought me some candied almonds from it...... oh my god. yumyumyum.
And I can't stop singing Ghost of Corperate Future. Both out loud and in my head. With a russian accent. It's peculiar how these things work... japanese, icelandic, and russian accents that I sing in... well, japanese doesn't count, but..........................
I'm going to take another vicoden because the only good the last one has done is made me ramble on and on and on.
I can't wait to see you. and i'm a fattie.