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There has got to be a story here somewhere..... |
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we exchanged email addresses but he never wrote to me. I've been acting really bold at parties, and I asked for his email address, so that is why he should have been the one to write first. so. not only could I not just leave well enough alone. I couldn't just write him and be nice, either. I had to write him last night when I was drunk and bitchy, and I had to antagonize him. I am so stupid and juvenile. now I have to be extra nice to compensate. that sucks. oh well. at least he seems willing to give me another chance. seems like I need a awful lot of second chances. : "The party was not stupid. My e-mail address is simply an address. You should be nicer. I can tell you are a sweetheart. I'm not ignoring you. What's going on with you, what have you been up to this last week? Get back to me. However, should you choose to ignore me that's OK, because, although you are beautiful, charming, intelligent, and very sexy, you may have a fucked up attitude." |
And you are so right.....pitiful... the dinosaurs at NCAA headquarters need to get with the times. Their eligibility rules need to be brought up to date. Personally I had to make a decision when I was 16 whether I wanted to attend NCAA school on scholarship or play Junior hockey in Canada. Once you attend one practice/workout with Junior team in Canada you became ineligable for NCAA scholarship. A person that age should not have to make that kind of decision. Tricked them though...took scholarship...majored in beer and minored in women ....dropped out after one year....and then played Junior. |
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Hurt? Oh yes!...broken ankle...about 40 stitches (sutures) in face alone...mostly around eyes...and the big one...career ending injury...cracked vertebrae fixed by spinal fusion. But I never lost a tooth from playing hockey. |
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And J......Hot blooded Canadian....that's all. |
I thought that guys liked weird girls, not nice girls. goddamn. now I have to change everything. I have to convince him that I am not mean and psychotic, I am actually very nice. I can't even remember what he looks like, but now it is imperative that we go out. I'm not going to lose a fish I've already hooked. I am not going to allow guys to be interested in my looks alone. that would be ridiculous. I AM NICE. I HELP OLD LADIES ACROSS THE STREET. I BUY JUICE FOR SICK FRIENDS. I SEND BIRTHDAY CARDS SOMETIMES. I'm nice smart pretty and interesting and you are gonna fucking LIKE ME, asshole. and it's gonna be good. it better. |
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Best part of it....I can use it as an excuse to get out of tasks like cutting grass, shovelling snow or lifting heavy objects. That is why I sit down to piss :) |
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Correcting spelling errors is a habit that I can't stop. My staff and colleagues cringe everytime they send me something because I get out the red pen and circle the errors and return it to them. Don't they know how to use 'spell check'? Wonder what else we have in common? |
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You are right on all accounts. Any day you get a B-Day card.....it's a good day. E-mail on its way. |
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Email is gone....anxiously awaiting the card....wondering what kind of impression I have made. If you can get it, cable access to the net is great. I've got it at home and it is fast. An example is the word association thread...at the office it takes about 15 seconds to load...at home....BANG...it's there. |