Today marks the completion of one year with this website. Hurrah.
In other news, this weekend was strange. Very strange. And now it's cold.
I'm unhappy in my relationship. Mostly because I like who is, but he doesn't like who he is. " WOOO! If I do SIX strike-outs tonight, my roommates will think I'm a party animal and validate me and then I can be happy and cool!" That's what he thinks. In reality, he is their prank monkey and then comes home with me, only to ralph all over my roommate's boyfriend's clothes on the futon. Bravo.
I'm in a tricky place socially. I'm not a freshman. When the weekend comes, I don't move from frat party to frat party in a pack. Yet, I don't have a card that identifies me as being 21, so I can't go out to the bars. Therefore, I vacillate between the same three households every weekend where it's always the same three parties.
Well, sometimes the theme changes. Slightly.
I'm compiling a book I'll call Ophidisms. It's a vague pun on Hippocrates and his Aphorisms. I read far too many medical history texts. It's made of the arty semi-poetic away messages I leave on AIM, hoping that my ex will read them and remember how arty and semi-poetic I was.
In other news, this weekend was strange. Very strange. And now it's cold.
I'm unhappy in my relationship. Mostly because I like who is, but he doesn't like who he is. " WOOO! If I do SIX strike-outs tonight, my roommates will think I'm a party animal and validate me and then I can be happy and cool!" That's what he thinks. In reality, he is their prank monkey and then comes home with me, only to ralph all over my roommate's boyfriend's clothes on the futon. Bravo.
I'm in a tricky place socially. I'm not a freshman. When the weekend comes, I don't move from frat party to frat party in a pack. Yet, I don't have a card that identifies me as being 21, so I can't go out to the bars. Therefore, I vacillate between the same three households every weekend where it's always the same three parties.
Well, sometimes the theme changes. Slightly.
I'm compiling a book I'll call Ophidisms. It's a vague pun on Hippocrates and his Aphorisms. I read far too many medical history texts. It's made of the arty semi-poetic away messages I leave on AIM, hoping that my ex will read them and remember how arty and semi-poetic I was.
They're all true stories. And big words are the new internet slang. W00t.
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I love Botticelli's "Birth of Venus"! I have several things around the house with that image.
Raisinettes *are* the best movie candy!
And knickers and pants are the best words for underpants. I dated a Scottish guy once and I was talking to him on the phone and telling him I was ironing my pants, and he was like "whaaaaat"?
Hey, my one year with SG is this month too. I don't know when though, and I'm afraid I'm going to go gray! I sent them an email asking how to renew when your original subscription was a gift, but I haven't heard back yet.