A Brief History of roamingaround:
I was born in 1914, at the dawn of The Great War, in lower Manhattan. Which means I was a child of the Roaring Twenties.
Became a woman during the Depression, when I lost my package somewhere in the dust bowl.
Was cryogenically frozen by the government in the 40's due to my open opposition to the war (all dissenters were kept in an underground vault in Colorado, to be used for medical experimentation), but was thawed and released in 1967 by a security guard named Bob, who was so fucked up on acid that he thought I was Snow White.
Being frozen for so long, I had maintained my youthful physique and was able to land a job as a dancer in Vegas. This lasted until the 70's, when I decided that I was too old for that shit and applied to Columbia law school.
I have had a number of relationships since then, mostly with gold-digging college boys who are willing to trade sex and pride for a key to my apartment on the Upper West Side. This never seems to get boring, though I suppose at some point I'll settle down with an investment banker and adopt a few orphans from various eastern European countries.
I eat too much fruit.
I throw too many awkward dinner parties on my yacht.
But I am generally a happy person.
If there was one thing I could change about myself, it would be my inability to tell the truth in anonymous circumstances. Which is why I love SG so much---I don't have to.
I fell asleep last night with a third-year Fordham student sucking my toes.
I slept like the dead until noon.
Love,
roamingaround
(With apologies to Paul...)
I was born in 1914, at the dawn of The Great War, in lower Manhattan. Which means I was a child of the Roaring Twenties.
Became a woman during the Depression, when I lost my package somewhere in the dust bowl.
Was cryogenically frozen by the government in the 40's due to my open opposition to the war (all dissenters were kept in an underground vault in Colorado, to be used for medical experimentation), but was thawed and released in 1967 by a security guard named Bob, who was so fucked up on acid that he thought I was Snow White.
Being frozen for so long, I had maintained my youthful physique and was able to land a job as a dancer in Vegas. This lasted until the 70's, when I decided that I was too old for that shit and applied to Columbia law school.
I have had a number of relationships since then, mostly with gold-digging college boys who are willing to trade sex and pride for a key to my apartment on the Upper West Side. This never seems to get boring, though I suppose at some point I'll settle down with an investment banker and adopt a few orphans from various eastern European countries.
I eat too much fruit.
I throw too many awkward dinner parties on my yacht.
But I am generally a happy person.
If there was one thing I could change about myself, it would be my inability to tell the truth in anonymous circumstances. Which is why I love SG so much---I don't have to.
I fell asleep last night with a third-year Fordham student sucking my toes.
I slept like the dead until noon.
Love,
roamingaround
(With apologies to Paul...)
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stickyrice:
I didn't mean to unnerve anyone with my moniker. It might be textural, I guess.
dg:
huh huh huh you said "thingies" uh huh huh