THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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black "tall" levi's with a torn seam on the inner thigh that i keep deciding not to fix right now. messy hair. bare feet. |
I'm going to see some bands tonight. I haven't been to a show in portland in a long time, so I'm not sure what level of indifference you're supposed to affect these days. |
its sunday. its relax day. |
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And red socks. And my hair is down and messy. |
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suddenly craving a trip to a bookstore . . . ? |
i can walk to the book store from the plant. i can buy books; i can sell them back; i can trade them for other books. on one side is the Bagel Bin, on the other the Pie Tin. everything looks like it did in 1880, except stuff works. i always have a parking space inside the plant, because i get there before 6 a.m. i never have to give up my parking space to run fun errands during the day, because i take the company car. i get to go on "site inspections" avec my beloved. they are actually paying me for this. me being such a bad person and all....go figure. |
they just think you're crazy. |
are you listening to yourself? do you know how it must be for sorabjites to think you are crazy? i guess not. |
but yeah, i guess you're right. they probably think you're crazy, too. |
down at the plant, they can't be sure if i'm crazy or not. it's hard to tell in that milieu, and they probably fear litigation should they make an error in judgment |
are you the 300 year old cackling demonhag who sucks the breath from sleeping children? the silent succubus who transforms from mild-mannered civil servant to red-eyed baby-eating beast in the middle of the night? or is it the more pedestrian "boogiebitch-under-the-bed", "wicked-witch-in-the-closet" kinda gig? nothing surprises me. i bet it's all true. i used to have a pretty evil boogiebitch *in* my bed on a regular basis, but she wasn't very scary. not as scary as the refridgerator maintainance lady, anyway. never underestimate a 200 pound woman with a mean set of tools. anyway, i almost thought of pitying the little village crumbsnatchers. i was thinking that the terror you'd evoke in them would be legendary, but now i'm doubting that's the case. after all, it's the 90's. they probably pack more heat than the LAPD, chop more coke than scarface, and see you as being just a little crazy. you should probably be afraid of them. |
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besides, there is no fall from grace here because there is no grace. at this moment i'm wearing black velvet pants, Stephen's tube socks, and a white cotton baby tee, to show off my buff muscles to nobody at all. tomorrow i'm going to wear a dress probably and some shoes if it's raining. i owe you an email. but i'm tired of computers right now. |
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just like me. two i's. thiis iis just my opiiniion. |
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a. a grey "fitted" turtleneck sweater i bought for four dollars at value village. it has a hole in the shoulder. i get what i pay for. b. black cordouroys that actually reach my ankles, unlike other pants that i own. c. nearly demolished black j. crew boots without socks. the italian leather lining is all ripped up. next time, i buy my boots at army/navy surplus. d. curly rained-on hair. |
last weekend I finally replaced a pair of boots I bought at sir plus in 1993. (A) georgia 8-eyelet loggers. like in the illustration about how to skin a squirrel in "the joy of cooking." like in myboot.com. I just got back from a futile trip to a movie theater to see "american beauty." it's not close by, but I walked because I'm sick of being in the car. and I want to break the boots in before my next descent into the lava cave. technical difficulties. guess I'm going to have to drive to a different theater later on. so maybe I can ditch the (B) fleece pullover I promised myself I would never wear out of the house. I walked to the columbia sportswear outlet store to buy it a few weeks ago, back when we started having to turn the heater on. it's so fucking pnw to wear fleece. the fleece pullover is to urban portland what the pastel jogging suit is to retirement communities. it's not right because it's ugly and easy. (C) jeans my summer lover (had me a blast) gave me because I'm fatter than he is. (D) a shirt the friday guy described as "a long-sleeved t-shirt," although it's more of a tight rib than a jersey. maybe he's not gay after all. |
I am wearing the leather trenchcoat I got at Goodwill for $25 (Lather may end up with it, depending on which one of us it fits better after I take the shoulder pads out. He wants to replace his trenchcoat which, despite his insistence, I think looks very nice on him. I merely commented that it was creepy with one outfit that he has. I told him he could have this one if he wants, since he saw it first.) I am also wearing this oddly shaped grey shirt with a sort of reverse-flared sleeve. The sleeves have relatively snug-fitting cuffs and then the towards-the-torso end is really big and the armholes take up most of the sides of the shirt. It sounds stranger-looking that it is, and flatters my figure very nicely. It is also very comfortable. I am wearing black jeans, which makes me very happy, since I haven't been able to wear jeans without looking fat in years. I have lost a lot of weight recently. The jeans are Lather's (we're about the same size... it makes us an even more irritatingly cute couple, according to most of my friends) I am wearing these sort of chunky platform type shoes, which look functional and comfortable, but arent. They are designed to look all industrial, like motorcycle boots or something. I kind of like them, but they give me cramps in the arches of my feet. Lather doesn't like them because they make me taller than him. I don't like them because they make my feet hurt. I only wore them because I couldn't find my other shoes and I only have 2 presentable pairs of shoes. This is a result of the fact that I hate buying shoes unless they are exciting spike-heeled thigh high boots or somesuch. |
for perhaps the first time in my life, I have an overabundance of presentable shoes. for the winter, anyway. |
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land of the summer's breeze; laden with health and vigor, fresh from the western seas. blessed by the blood of martyrs, land of the setting sun; hail to thee, land of promise, my oregon. |
blue pinstripe suit....white button down shirt...red/blue horizontal stripe tie....loafers.. exec length sox....boxers. Jeez....I was just admiring myself in the mirrow when I realized I was looking at the guy in the office across the hall.....should have known earlier as his hair isn't greying.:) |
jeans. pullover hooded sweatshirt. |
tan fading cords, gray banana rep v-neck t light forrest green socks and black low cut shit kickers dorky black rimmed glasses the loin cloth is at the cleaners |
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long black wool skirt that swooshes when I walk gray wool sweater I wear long skirts with boots about three times a week so I hardly ever have to wear nylons. |
White shoes White socks White underwear White scrub shirt & pants Colored tee shirt underneath (green) Same thing everyday. (at times accessorized with urine, feces, sputum and/or blood) Home attire: Beaver pelts |
I'm wearing jeans with a tee shirt from my sister's old bookstore in New Orleans. And a pair of smartwool socks. I hate hate hate cotton socks. The only ones I wear are dress socks. |
*Grey wool cardigan sewn so that the "wrong" side of the weave is on the outside *Black cotton pants (men's, hemmed) *Red wool socks *Black shoes My shoes are my favorite part of the ensemble. They're Simple slip-ons, black suede, mary-jane-esque, extremely comfortable. The coolest part about them are the toes. Instead of narrowing (as most shoes' toes do), these flare out, so that the toe part is wider than the rest of the shoe. It gives them a duck-like effect, which I think is so cute. The soles say "future" with an arrow at the toe and "past" with an arrow at the heel and "temptation resistant" (which I recognize as a nod to John Fluevog's "Satan resistant" shoes) in the middle. |
I am wearing Lather's jeans and my warm, fluffy chenille sweater. I love chenille sweaters. I think that they are proof that there is good in the world after all. |
Black cords, black ankle boots with buckles, black calvin tshirt vneck. tan socks i never wear under wear i got my hair cut, she left my chops long, took more off my bangs than I car for, thats ok, it grows fast....she did that keith richard thing again though.....it seems to turn the wifey on so rock on |
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black long-sleeved t-shirt (gap factory outlet). charcoal-gray wool cardigan (woolrich). black cotton socks (gap). chelsea boots (nine west). hey, rhiannon, is your gray cardigan really a weave or is it a knit? if it's a knit, the backwards effect you are talking about means it's the purl side of a stockinette stitch. when I used to have jobs at which I could knit, I used to knit. |
black textured four-button paulo solari suit. blue joseph and feiss shirt. dark muddy red/midnight blue/grey-speckle geoffrey beene tie. black textured socks. black bostonian strada shoes with platinum buckles. i never wear underwear, either. |
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It's charcoal grey too. |
i've been doing consulting since i quit my last fulltime gig. consulting usually requires dressing like a powerpig since most of the clients are in the legal/financial/insurance rackets. today, after i was through with the stiff-necked fucks at chase, i interviewed for another full-time gig in soho at a company founded by hippies. i actually want this job. if it works out, i'll be back in jeans and sweaters by the end of the month. |
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right now i'm just looking forward to new releases by common and d'angelo. mos def's new cd is out. it's supposed to be nice. the highlight will be when de la soul drops their three cd mega release. word on the street is that it'll be their swan song. no more native tongues. aint that a bitch. |
there are two knitting stitches, knit and purl. the most common knit is called stockinette. this looks like interlocking v's on one side (the knit side) and squiggly lines on the reverse side (the purl side). you knit stockinette by doing alternate rows of all knit and all purl. you make a rib knit by alternating knit and purl with every stitch (or every two stitches for a wider rib, etc.). most sweaters are stockinette stitch with a rib knit at the waist, cuffs and collar. a garter stitch is completely knit stitches. it looks a lot like what you make if you do all purl stitches, but I don't know what that's called. I love sweaters. |
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the new haven project was put on a back burner for whatever reason. who knows. tech recruiters are flakes. i hope i get the job, too. consulting sucks. |
it's strange to hear that everyone else is wearing black and charcoal gray too. |
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Everytime I come here I'm wearing pajamas. I think. |
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see a pattern here........? |
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hhmmm...seems to be a pattern here also |
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I still wear a jacket though....need it to hide the shoulder holster :) |
I can just imagine the thoughts that initiated. The holster is for PENS....it's an advanced nerdish plastic pocket sleeve. Geez......I can be a brat at times....sorry. |
YOU A COP? if so I bet you have some cool stories |
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Have a nice day!!! |
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Email on its way....should explain things. No I'm not the agent....but I know him...and he is looking for work today. |
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I bought a little gray miniskirt. it was on sale for $49.95, which was still too much. but then I went to pay for it, and it turns out it was really only $29.95. but it's the thought that counts. right now I'm wearing gray fleece pants and a black fleece top, but later on I'll be wearing the gray skirt with a black sweater. I guess I wear black and gray pretty much every day, just like most of you. |
I went to nordstrom and found out they don't mark their anniversary sale items back up again afterward. that was neat. I saw a million sweaters I loved, especially the $128 cashmere cardigans, but there was nothing I could justify buying in my current financial situation. at the gap there was nothing. I probably would have been tempted if I'd remembered to stop in the gap for women, but it's probably a good thing I didn't. at j. crew I tried on a light heather gray (?) zip-up lambswool cardigan that was on sale for $39.99. I liked it a whole lot but didn't feel I could buy it. I also tried on a cream-colored wool gabardine miniskirt that was originally priced at $88 but was on sale for $22. I liked it, but I didn't love it. then at banana republic, I bought the gray miniskirt and got my parking validated, so it's as if it only cost me $27.99. not too bad. I've wanted a miniskirt for months now. |
I'm a little sad that these outfits are so popular now because that means they'll be passe next fall. but still I'll go price them the day after christmas. and I'll definitely be wearing them in the hereafter: http://bananarepublic.com/deptmain.asp?loc=woman&sid= the two on the left especially. oh yes. |
Today I wore a dress. I never wear dresses, but I wanted to today for some reason. It is actually a maternity dress, from A Pea in the Pod...navy blue with light blue flowers on it, long sleeved, knee length, scoop kneck, empire waist, loose, stretchy. I love it. I wore it with a navy silk cardigan, navy stockings, and navy penny loafers. Do you know it's nearly impossible to find blue shoes? What gives? All the shoes I see in stores and catalogs are black or brown. I wore my dark red velveteen pea coat over it. I dressed up just to go to the campus center to check my mail and buy medicine. Then I came home and changed into my pajamas (the above grey pants and black shirt) and fell asleep for 2 hours. But it was worth it. |
cyst, you are obsessed. and why aren't you tall and healthy, like all good dutch girls? i am wearing black pants from express, a grey turtleneck from somwehere, black shoes from j. crew, and grey underwear from vicky's. |
I had my blood pressure checked at rite-aid last week. it was not high. |
if you only wear gray, brown and black, then you don't have to worry about finding shoes in weird colors. my outfit to the gore vidal lecture was pretty successful. I got downtown early and found parking near a bar with a shoe shine up front. I decided to check on prices there since I had time to kill, wanted my shoes shined, and there was a cute guy getting his done. so I go in and ask the guy how much it would cost to get the bitch boots done and he said $5. the cute guy gave him a strong recommendation, and I said, well, I would, but I don't have $5. so the cute guy offered to pay for my shoe shine. of course I said ok. he then hit on me a whole lot and gave me his business card with his email address and invited me to go out shooting with him. he was in the military, though, and after that he was a cop. and he looks like my brother. and too nice to be in a bad story. |
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anyway, navy blue cords to match, black lock cut shit kickers....... going to the museum of mod art tonight. they have 3 photography exhibits at once....with my blakc rimmed specs i will definite fit in as an art fag |
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(i'm not going to tell you what sort of underwear I wear) |
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here is what i am wearing. you will notice that i am no fashion plate myself, especially on days like today where it is raining like a mother fucker. 1. black underwear with bleach spots on them. 2. black bra. 3. navy blue wide wale llbean cords. 4. gray tank top. 5. dark gray lambswool old navy sweater. 6. navy blue socks that i don't really like. 7. green llbean chamois shirt, size xl. 8. i was wearing black simple skateboarding sneakers, but now i am wearing no shoes at all. i have not brushed my teeth. the wind and rain out here is just incredible. my umbrella was ripped to shreds in the fifteen minutes i spent out of doors today. therefore, i am playing hookie from work. |
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*my black Mary Jane slip ons (Simple) *no socks *black cotton pants (The Limited) *black cotton t-shirt (2nd hand, well-worn, so comfy) with "Cop Shoot Cop" in white lettering and "White Noise" in red letters *red wool zippered cardigan (J. Crew) I'd tell you what kind of underwear I have on, but I don't want to be accused of being a temptress again. Not that anything I say is tempting. But you never know who's listening.... |
i always picture spider in a green a blue plaid skirt with a white blouse. knee-high socks. |
B) I don't own a blue plaid skirt or knee-high socks. My school uniform (if you want to *ahem* adjust your imagination) had a skirt that had a grey background with navy and dark red plaid lines. Worn with regulation dark red sweater in the winter, white blouse, and dark red stockings. I didn't wear my hair in pigtails either, nor did I eat lollipops. Just so you know. |
that's a great uniform. I would wear that. with black mary janes, of course. |
i am wearing black levi's, demolished j. crew boots, black cotton bikini briefs made in honduras, green velvet bra (tacky, yes, i know, but i bought it when i was about sixteen and never outgrew it), black oversized johnny-the-homicial-maniac t-shirt, glasses. i'm so dark. |
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Hey, this afternoon I came to Sorabji for a few minutes and I was dressed in real actual clothes! I don't know how to describe them, though. I don't seem to know all the little terms for different items of clothing. I was wearing black pants and a red and white stripped shirt. and Black hushp puppies. Oh, and my brand new blue monkey socks! They're socks with little monkey faces on them. They didn't really match, but I thought they were really cute. I want to wear a nice blue shirt (which will look good with my new red hair) tomorow, but it's kind of low cut and I'm worried that the map library boy will think I'm trying to woo him with my body. Which I'm not. My pajamas have little snowmen and hearts on them. There's a BIG hole in the knee from one time when I got paint stained right through them and I ended up peeling it off. I don't mind though. No one's going to see them. I have a new pair of pajamas with penguins on them that I'm saving for the next time I spend the night at someones (should that be "someone's"?) house. |
otherwise......I am in true spirit of this thread, i am wearing nothing, ABSOLUTELY nothing at all, except perhaps a small alcohol layer via my pores from last night control top briefs? is that the type of underwear that looks like panty hose and goes all they way up to your breasteseses |
I also wore cute little nine west shoes instead of the bitch boots. and the new gray miniskirt that I love. and a sleeveless fitted black top that already smelled of smoke. now I'm wearing my dad's uw sweatshirt because I got flour on my sweater when I was making the panettone. |
Also, I wore my blue shirt and had a little trouble keeping it in place all day today. Unfortunatly (or maybe fortunatly) the Map Library Boy wasn't in today. I'm assuming he was sick. Poor little boy. I didn't have a good day. But I took pictures at the ROM and they turned out pretty good. The one of the Aphrodite bust I mentioned didn't turn out Great, but there's one of a woman with a baby that I really liked (based on a statue of Aphrodite with Eros) and I took two pictures of that one (one was a close-up of her breast with the baby's hand there. the hand was all that was left of the baby.). I really liked that statue. All the other pictures were of stone slabs and palettes and wotnot. I took pictures of the scribe's case, and the artists case. |
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soon I will be getting some of my clothes from kiev! itsy-bitsy silk dresses that were designed just for me! a friend is flying from there to portland tomorrow, hurray! I've also thought of another way to obtain more clothes. my friend who works in a root canal office (endodontics?) showed her wedding photos to her boss, and her rich boss has kept asking her about the tall, dark-haired bridesmaid. to set her (me) up with his son, an mit grad who lives in san francisco and makes a lot of money at some computer thing. so anyway. today my friend called me, telling me I had to go over there right away to meet her boss so he could figure out how to set me up with his son. "I'm like, HELLO, it's like you're telling me I have to come in and apply for this job I don't even want. the position of some stranger's daughter-in-law. I mean, I know you think that I do a lot of weird things, but I hate getting real grownups involved." "you have to let him meet you. he saw you in the wedding photos. he's rich. they're all rich. his son needs a date for new year's eve. they're renting some suites in the westin and space needle and having this huge catered thing." "that totally fucking sounds like hell. but I guess I could say I have nothing to wear." so I went over there and met him. the first thing he said was, "I've always wanted a tall daughter." whatever. later my friend told me he must have really liked me because he took one of his rubber gloves off to shake my hand. he never does that, she said. no. I don't want to go. I don't want to hang out with fancy people in the fucking space needle as the date of some bay area geek just because some endodontist thought I looked good in a foofy dress. I want to get drunk, do drugs, dance slutty and kiss cute boys. or watch dick clark and play trivial pursuit with my parents. anything. |
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"it's just as easy to marry a rich man as a poor one," girls' mothers have said. I've given them one of my email addresses. we'll see. I'm wearing a leopard-print bra. a chick friend in seattle gave it to me. she said she had to buy new bras when she was on the pill because her tits got bigger, but now she can't wear them anymore. I also got a cute black velvet one from her. I recently decided one of the guys I'm dating or whatever was permanent enough to get his number off just a slip of paper and into the little book and the list by the phone. yesterday we were getting along really well and I added his whole address to my book. he wanted to see it. ("you're number 47, have a look," I told him. he's actually number 49.) he wrote something in it. I haven't checked to see what it says. let's see... he put five stars by his name. "TOO CUTE / VERY SELFISH." I've told him he's way too cute for me and an asshole besides. markus, sorabji and agatha have no notes beside their entries. I picked up a bunch of old postcards at a thrift store a few weeks ago, then stamped them all and put them in my bag with the address book. I thought it would be cool just to have a bunch of postcards with me, already stamped and ready to go. I forgot about them until tuesday, when I sent agatha an ominous message. |
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When I went home for thanksgiving I dug through my old clothes, and I found this shirt I used to wear in hs, and when I put the shirt on, it looked absolutely obscene. I was very upset, because it used to be one of my favorite things to wear. It's orange and black, kind of tie-dyed looking but not really, long-sleeved, rayon (I think), sort of tight around the collar/shoulder/upper part and then it kind of blouses out around armpit height and hangs loose to the bottom...it always got a lot of compliments. |
i only wish i knew your real name and could find your web page again. love, sarah |
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I will never wear the leopard-print bra if I intend to take my shirt off before going back home. I'm in a hardcore matching-set phase, and I have nothing that goes with it. |
navy cords, low cut shit kickers, super fly belt with kick ass buckle, thin cotton sweater, tan, with the 3 buttons at the top and dooky brown/orange/black/white stripes around the biceps...thrift store fare.......black rimmed glasses....my head hurts |
wow. it is so great under a tight sweater. I didn't figure out that that was why people were being so nice to me today until I got home and changed. I saw this guy I know through an old acquaintance, and he asked me out. I didn't say yes but gave him my email address. some random, pretty woman told me, "you're a model, right?" I said no, and I asked her the same. she laughed and said no, "but if I looked like you, I would be." the texaco guys were super nice. I let them wash all my windows, check my oil. "friday," one of them said. "is friday good?" I asked. "yeah. isn't friday good for you?" "every day is good for me," I said. "are you on drugs?" he asked, smiling. "not right now." I smiled back. he laughed. on my way home I saw a woman with really beautiful long, blond hair. she was sitting outside at a bakery. I wished I were sitting on the other side of the car. I would have rolled down my window and told her, "you have really pretty hair." |
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He said, is that a .45 in your pants Or are you just glad to see me? (rim shot)" --Cop Shoot Cop |
i am feeling the ground rumble...... |
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Hmmm. Sorabji.com and briefcases don't seem to go along do they? Let me rephrase. "Found it yesterday while rooting through my magic bag of leather." Heh. I by all means do not consider myself a photographer. Never took any classes. But I think I know what looks good. Included will be the Christmas card I made last year. I'm running late developing this year's card. I have the photo I want to use, but it's a matter of getting it scanned (my flippin' scanner is broke), and printed out at Kinko's, which ain't zactly cheap. I wonder what ever happened to that $50K check from Nate. It's probably "in the mail." |
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on it,one behind the other, and you'll be amazed how fast it will go downhill,word of caution,not best to be the last person,cause that one often gets bounced off |
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oh well, there'll be others but, if while sledding on the plastic, there is any kind of "bump" you go over, it will bounce a bunch of you off, usually pretty fun. But do be careful if you do any "hookey-bobbing", I've heard of some terrible accidents, probably not worth the risk! |
I'm still using the last-few-weeks-of-1--- as an excuse to act like a kid. last night I drank cheap beer and smoked a bowl in the car and saw a movie with the cute waiter. we got in free because he comps the theater cashier at the restaurant. it's wrong. I should be dating one of the wing-tipped corporati. after movies we should be going back to their large homes in the west hills to drink local 1994 chardonnay, not the last of their roommates' miller. we should watch one of their million cable tv channels instead of old pornos they stole when they used to work at fantasy video. their major interest should be their stock portfolio, not skateboarding. fuck. |
I think it would be fun to do that naked. (sledding, not receiving mail.) |
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Rhiannon, um... like... which boy? There are so many I obsess over. |
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:-) |
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