THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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i take scalding hot showers, all seasons of the year. i've almost never shared a shower with my spouse because the water temp is unbearably hot. if it's tepid enough for him, it's unbearably cold for me. if you can't take the heat, get out of the shower. there's more. i could probably do a top 10 if i had time to think about it. but now it's your turn. |
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and baths. For the shower take a normal one up until the last 3-5 minutes, then turn off the hot water and let it hit your neck and upper back. If you're hard core take a bath by starting with about an inch of hot water in the tub, then switch to cold and let it fill all of the way up. Soak and shiver for at least 10 minutes. This is boosting my metabolism like crazy. |
once in a while fluid buildup, possibly an allergy, causes me to become nearly deaf in one ear. i was almost completely deaf on one side for most of november. the last time that happened was about 2 years previous. the last time i showered with someone else was in february. in all those years of piano study i never mastered or even came close to mastering the 2-fingered glissando or the octave glissando. |
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Stupid Capitalists like Palin ought to be targeted. I have a violent political side no one knows. |
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Daniel, yeah I know that Elvis Presley was a womanizer. |
I just fired a bridesmaid. ugh I didnt not want to be THAT person. |
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the politics of voilence and likewise its mirror, the violence of politics...convinced me long ago to avoid that which I had been brought up to revel in and trust and participate ...notably the political process in a small town. even with a lot of booze, the pain never left, and I disdain the political process here and elsewhere as the playground of the rich and superfluous. Right, today seems not the right day for much of my rant: targeting healthcare rejection and glissando, the targeting of differently dressed guests in this country in the needless bureacratic invention called homeland security, and especailly well framed insane political chicanery i.e., messages using targets fromthe neo nazi camp of Stormfront, to indicate personal, political, and perhaps in this case very real assassination attempts on hard working (oh please) public servants. If it were someone other than Sarh Palin doing this crap, they'd have us locked up in a heartbeat. No wonder the europeans laugh at us common folk. Somehow insanity of political stupidity excuses all...I see they've scuttled her reality show. Now that will be a loss. Come n git me: I am well armed to say the least, and not the least bit balanced. |
I had a bit of a rant way back before xmas about how I couldn't figure out the logistics of having her miles away and that I needed support and she said she was coming down for a week before xmas and would be here on the 20th and we would catch up and go out for dinner with my other bridesmaid and my mum.... and that she would be here whenever I needed her. In november I asked her for her measurements for a dress I wanted to order from the US.... then in December I reminded her....but heard nothing. I wanted to try and get the dress here so she could try it on when she was down and I told her that. December 20th rolls round I hear nothing... in fact I hear nothing until the 23rd, when I get a text saying 'come over, I'm bored at mums' but I was at work so I said I couldn't. Then the 24th she text me to ask me to come down to a bar for lunch with her sister and some of her work people, but I was still at work; and then of course I got the most awesome xmas present ever, a vomiting and dire rear (thats what we call it) bug so couldnt go. Apparently according to facebook she flew home christmas day. Yesterday I get an email from her saying she could come down late february and sort out anything that needs sorting and if nothing needs sorting then we could just drink margaritas. While I'm a big fan of margaritas (mmmm) late february could be between 3-4 weeks before the actual wedding, like how the fuck am I supposed to 'sort out' stuff with only that amount of time to go.... So I did it, I emailed her back and said, I love you and I hope this doesn't wreck our friendship but this isn't working, I can't sort stuff out for you from here and I hope you still come to the wedding as a guest etc etc etc. She didn't email me back which I fully understand, but I thought the whole point of bridesmaids was to support the bride? This sounds so catty and pathetic now I've typed it out, but there are lots of little things as well that make me worry that she wouldn't be reliable, like after our big earthquake in September she came here and I never heard from her, that the last time I saw her was over a year ago and basically she turned up at my house xmas eve, drunk, with her bro and sister, they ate kfc and then went home - so ten minutes. Every year we throw a party for our mates, she never ever comes, her flights are always scheduled to avoid it, or the one time she did come, she turned up for an hour then she headed off to the airport. She never asks about me. Never. I think she doesn't even know I got promoted. She asks nothing about the wedding except who the groomsman is that matches her. Everyone else asks me, everyone offers help, another friend volunteered her mum to work in the kitchen on the day and to help set up the day before, everyone wants to help except not her. Everyone wanted to come to my dress fitting yesterday, but she's never even asked me about it. |
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But I need some opinion from you guys, my supervisor kinda of worry about me, he made a suggestion that I stop(quit)working for a year, then come back. So what do you think? He also told me that if you worked past 5 years, then you are "safe", they may hire you if you wanted your job back. But I never liked my job anyway, I had a years of "hardship", but endured of doing a good job. but the others are just slouching anyway. |
firing. Good call. |
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don't worry, moonit. you did what you needed to do. none of that will matter to you on your wedding day. i've only twice been asked to be a bridesmaid, but six or more times have been the friend asked to plan the bachelorette party. knowwhatimsayin? no one gets away without a neon-lit limo. |
My new improved bridesmaid has already started planning. She's crazy so this could be interesting! |
i sucked my thumb until i was 13 years old. |
i am in the process of divorcing a few of my high maintenance friends, as part of a new year resolution to clean out the last little bits of drama from my life. also, i had two friends break up with me last year, and i can't say i blame them. such is life at this juncture. |
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I hadn't taken a bath in years and years. It was so good. So. Good. |
When my best friend was moving to Seattle (and having the resquite going away party) a little over a year ago (she's since moved back) I made a 5' tall, 6' wide cake out of cardboard. Everything was gathered and transported in a combination of busing, walking and biking. When another friend had a birthday a month later, I patched it up, borrowed a friend's cargo bike, and rode with it, fully assembled on the bike (it came apart in four pieces) through a crowded street fair on the way. I never know if the smell of doughnuts will be amazing or make me sick. |
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don't like eggs though. |
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i outgrew a fish allergy around the age of 26. i had asthma from age 8 until one day i realized i hadn't used the inhaler for over a year, and that was around age 24. this morning i pr'd 3 lifts: shoulder press 95# deadlift 215# back squat 170# i am floating ten feet in the air. |
my relatives tell me i'm more guyanese than my other siblings. i firmly believe cliques are for cocksuckers. i think burningman is for cocksuckers, too. i don't suck cock. |
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better yet, take the train to crown heights. lots of "gayness" over there. you tell 'em. let me know how that works out. |
Stepped on the cat when I got home. Thought I'd killed her, but she was merely insulted. Planned to be home over three hours ago, but when you're told you can hop in a cargo bike to go along with all your friends, you kinda have to. |
i have not the engery nor the desire for publicity to launch something under my name. but these comic sans words, white on black, they are so much a part of what it has come to mean to write. i could use a spot of my own. and i'd be willing to pay you, or trade for an assortment of exquisite goodies. not joking here. |
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no worries, i totally understand. it seems so stupid to register yet another domain name at this point in my life. i mean, what am i going to do, use my *blogger* account and reinstate syrup? hahahaha. shudder. i'm going to have to get over it and throw something up here at home. pen and paper just doesn't cut it anymore. when was the last time someone tried to buy a journal? they all have stupid sayings on the front. or flowers. or paisley patterns. who can write in something like that? |
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Also, am sick of the wedding. It dominates everything I do - how the hell did that happen? |
oh girl. get used to it. wait til marriage. and babies. talk about domination. enjoy these days. |
Sarah, have you consider www.blogspot.com for your own blogs? |
I really like creating little altars and leaving them in random spots.... on a shelf or in a cute little box. Also my natural state when unengaged is rather meditative. |
In knots since. |
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two things to add: * i still have a baby tooth * i realized last week that i want to raise children, not just teach them. while in the art museum. |
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so I will be staying in a hotel for next couple nights. There is six/eight inches snow at home, bright blue skies and 60's here, but it is a humid wet cold evening off the San Francisco Bay that chills me to the bone. Anybody round San Fran let me know. Will have next week with little to nothing to do. |
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I think I want a bunny. Sometimes I mark up the local paper in red pen and leave it anonymously on their doorstep. |
At cunnilingus I sometimes remember graffiti written on a college bathroom toilet stall: "I LIKE TO EAT PUSSY AND GET MY DICK SUCK OFF." Underneath a commentator wrote "SUCKED, NOT SUCK, YOU MORON!" I disagreed with the commentator. I appreciated the ecstatic primalness of "GET MY DICK SUCK OFF". It evoked abstract expressionist imagery of an ambiguous being which could be interpreted as a male human DUDE getting really good fluttertongue on the tip of his cock and losing his ability to articulate his feelings. The first few times I cunnilingused (in college) I remember thinking "Why don't I put this on a plate?" I told that to a high school friend who asked "How could you keep going without laughing?" In 1995 I drove from San Francisco (to Seattle) intending to kill myself. I called my mother from a place that I think was called the Driftwood Motel (off of Route 1 in Northern California), to tell her that this was it, I was going to drive off of Route 1 in the morning, but I never said the words, and never did the deed, but I remember driving up the coast excited but petrified at how easy it would be to jerk the steering wheel to the west and go down. I drove up the rest of California like I was on a highwire, blasting Dvorak cassettes like I'd never heard music before. I felt safer and saner in Oregon, where Route 1 twirled east, away from the coast. I did some suicidal dances along the East River in New York two months earlier, and two months later. I don't do that shit any more. To quote Ronnie Hawkins: "I turned 41, I don't mind dyin'." I wish I could have known Helen Levitt. I know a guy who wrote a letter to Stacy Horn. Stacy Horn sent the letter back to him with spelling and grammar errors circled in red pen. I know someone else who, out of nowhere and for no apparent reason, told me that Stacy Horn could go fuck herself. I do not know why he said that, but at least I never met Stacy Horn. I like to eat pussy and get my dick suck off. |
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*cough* I am going to NYC next month. Let's all just change places. Which chair shall we take away. (talk about domination?) |
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Regardless, it has nothing to do with like and everything to do with wanting more information, otherwise there really isn't anything to say. |
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time only, and then Seattle...in the airport. |
No school today, so my big plans include breakfast and a pedicure. I've never had a pedicure so a birthday seems like a good day to do it. |
It's my 60th birthday on Wednesday. I am in San Fran, Oakland at the Bay Bridge, Woodfin Suites, to be exact, visiting sons and etc. Working and playing on balcony in 60 degree weather. Heather, come visit Carol and me. It's close. Dinner at the least. How awkward would that be? I've eaten Persian, Thai, Japanese, pizza (arrgh), and miscellaneous healthy things now for a few days, detoxing. I am addicted to fried lotus leaves and chili sauce. |
I am not all that awkward so I guess it depends on you. |
Nothing particularly good is walkable from there that I can remember. |
I too, like sarah, love scalding hot showers all year round. Wife is pregnant with twin girls, due in June. Just got the iPhone 4, replacing a crackberry. I don't like it -- that virtual keyboard is made for Audrey Hepburn thumbs. Oh well, at least I have a camera on my phone now. I'm loving this winter -- it's been good as far as winters go, doing what winters are supposed to do. Being cold and snowy. |
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Would love to hook up and meet sorabjite number two in person. I have only met one before. Not at all awkward if you wish...neither my wife nor I are cannabals or neanderthalic...and meeting you in present of said wonderwife will give her glimpse of my online life. Email me at betnomore at g mail dot com if you have an hour and want to meet up. Easier is my cell 314 265 2440. You ARE in San Fran area right? Today we are staying likely mostly in Berkeley area til evening, not sure where for dinner. Both my boys are foodies, so it is an adventure every meal. Have yes eaten at said scary food court. It's not that bad. I like the Borders and we have gone between Borders and Barnes n Nobles on 4th street. Last nite had wonder burger at Chop House in Oakland. Curried carrot soup creamy and tart, and argula salad and steak tri tips. But i stuck with just burger and skipped the Underarghh bitters at the meal's end as it was 88 proof. With one son in cheese and the other in wine, it is remarkable to visit them. Also made sausage with them a few nights ago. Woodfin is a great little hotel with some good stained glass art in lobby. I thought it was rennovated recently but i am told that it was built in 2001. I think it is an interesting hotel. I picked it b/c only a few blocks from sons' apartment and what I thought was a bart station but it really unfortunately an Amtrak station. Seriously, call us. |
why is it that i've been doing website work professionally for 12 fucking years, but i cannot figure out how to work a facebook page or google adsense. this is how it goes, though, doesn't it? the eventual descent into senility cannot be denied. i'm fucking pissed. |
even when you're young n hip like me. yeah that's what i am... |
Fb can suck it. “With this technology, we have finally defeated privacy!" |
heather - i've read that line a dozen times, but i will say this: when you are trying to use fb to achieve the greater good, you appreciate the others who use fb to do the same. that said, FUCK YOU FACEBOOK. |
i've always thought cunnilingus was overrated. |
my kitchen counters are Formica faux granite. it would cost about $150 to replace them, but i can't get around to it. |
i like to get it up the ass every now and then. |
seriously. fuck you, facebook. ctrl-z x100. fuckity fuck fuck fuck. |
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I think I don't know anyone who works there, at least I have that. What the hell am I talking about? I am not entirely sure. I drank a lot of caffeine at a meeting last night and didn't sleep until 3 despite reading things to myself in spanish that I couldn't understand. Then I woke up at some sane person's regular time for plans that don't seem to be whipping up. |
I am so happy for you. I think I will buy some chocolate to celebrate. If your wife's birthday is January 30th, she shares it with Ian Michael, the wee toddler. |
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i slept until 2pm, so i could wake up to snow. plan worked. when i was in college my mother called to ask me what "fellatio" meant. she pronounced it fell-ott-ee-oh, and said the strange word just inexplicably popped into her head. congrats dougie! i will brush my teeth, eat a pickle, and get a haircut to celebrate. |
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Happy Birthday, Daniel! My wife shares her birthday with some cool people then! |
what are we congratulating Dougie for? i missed it. |
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oh YAYAYAY! that is so exciting. congrats Dougie. i have another friend due with twins in mid July, and my neighbor five doors down is due with triplets in about a month. holy babies! Dougie, are you have girls or boys or one of each? how is your wife feeling? |
I had a dream last night that Mark redesigned the boards with all this web 2.0 shit, it was awful. |
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no joke. my neighbor is having 3 girls, to boot. two identical. i used to get really creeped out thinking about there being brains and eyes in my abdomen. i can't read. well, really it's that i need glasses. also haven't been sleeping well lately. everything is blurry these days. in any case, yay girls! i love having two girls, it's a lot of fun right now, even though i know there is hell to pay later. |
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When I went to the clinic on numberous occasion, At that time, I didn't know that there was triplet doctor who worked there, the first one was "friendly" or assertive person, the other time later, When I saw the person again, I recalled was friendly was a aggravated one! I was puzzled by that and told myself " I thought that dude was friendly" and didn't like him, later on my different visit, guess what? he looks very passive! When my dad noticed my med bottle that shows the Dr's name , he went like "Ah, yes" and he said " Which Dr ?". I told him " What are you talking about?" He said there are triplet doctors, and I went like " No way!" I told him on my several visit, the first one looks friendly, the second one, he doesn't look friendly and the third one, he looks scared of me. He laughed . |
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happy birthday, mark. fuck you, you ass. xxooxox. |
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perhaps they have a MPD?! |
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File under things I should not encourage. Happy birthdays and babies, all. Mine will be in March, the x annual Night Library, feel free to attend. Most of you. Daniel and I had coffee. It was remarkably normal considering the possibilities and the decor of our local cafe. That makes, eight? Damn. You fuckers are like pokemon if I was all crass and shit. Which I am currently. Pardon me, I am a bit cracked out. If everyone could lighten up on the self-deprecation that would be awesome. |
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Coffee was good. Heather is real kind. |
when using the microwave to cook or heat something, i always set the time to a nonsensical number. soften butter: 13 seconds. heat up fish sticks: 1:07. warm up coffee: 47 seconds. etc. at all costs i avoid even minutes, half minutes, and quarter minutes. been doing it so long it's just second nature. and for no reason except that there's no reason not to. |
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At self serve gas stations, I always pump it to end in a 0 or 5, even if I have to overflow it a bit to get there. Superstitious that if I don't, this tank may be the one that I get into an accident with. If an attendant is filling, it doesn't matter to me what he ends it on though. |
isn't it weird how we acquire these habits? i have an obsession with the ice maker. i use a lot of ice every day. on nearly a daily basis i will check to see how much ice is in the ice reservoir. if it gets below half full, i get a little freaked out... even though i realize i can simple walk up to the store and buy more if i need to. just watered and fertilized the plants in the back. now inside surrounded by stacks of paperwork and filing. listening to The Roots on Pandora while i work. later i'm gonna attempt to make strawberry daiquiris, using fresh and frozen strawberries. not for me; i generally don't like rum. |
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When I used to smoke, I'd smack the pack 3 times before opening it to tamp down the tobacco so it would light easier. |
Shampoo hair, scrub face. Rinse. Condition hair, shave pits, shave legs. Wash body while shaving. Rinse. Whenever I can, I use lavender-scented products. And no washcloth either: I lather up my hands. Occasionally I'll stray from the lavender for walnut. I love the smell of green walnuts that drop from the trees in June. They're late this year, the size of peas when they're usually as big as ping pong balls. |
I usually fills my ice cube tray for each time it runs out. I usually pressed "One minute" microwave oven button at work when cooking my lunch. I usually wash my hand before and after I use the bathroom. I usually looks both way before crossing the street to my car. I usually check my lottery ticket before shredding it. That's about it. Ha ha. |
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beta, is that because you only use the microwave to make popcorn? or does 2:35 work for just about everything? |
i've had fewer than 10 lovers. |
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Back to the shower: 1. get wet all over 2. engage trictotillamania bar soap from Lush. com and rub head sides of head back of head, and tail of pny 3. soap cheeks with bristly things on them, not the lower bubbly ones, and then shave 4. rinse hair and face and engage soap and pits groin package and one eyed periscope and rinse 5. enagage wash cloth only then, resoap, and scrub everything again within reach 6. pray that allah will forgive me for not washing feet (seldom, very seldom)and things out of reach 7. turn scrupulously hot water on to cold as I can stand cold water and rinse and meditate on the change, feeling the reset of thermostat as Antigone elsewhere has described. 8. turn water off and retreive clean (must be clean, used never before) towel and wrap everything up. Everytime I leave the island (Anna Maria FL) I reflect on the writing of another poem about dying there, which I think takes the place of actually following through on monstrous self destructive urges at the edges of the welcoming gulf of mexico. But maybe you knew all this. |
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i knew that about you, agatha. you're a scooter gal. |
sitting here trying to remember, but for the life of me i cannot recall the name of the dude i lost my virginity to! the hell, doesn't that seem weird? british exchange student from surrey... tall, blonde... goddammit. nothing. blank. after that i could name them all. |
All asshole. |
persian and peruvian? wow. he must have been smokin hot. |
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I'm dating a Republican. |
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why did you sell your scooter, agatha? what is your primary form of transportation now? why are you dating a republican, la? i was under the impression that republicans aren't even allowed in portland. |
Ivan! |
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i have my 13-digit library card number memorized. |
damn tornadoes what hit dallas yesterday. talk about stress. |
was (Addison) but it must not have touched down. |
year. Showers are probably OK, but the ice baths might have suppressed my immune system too much and gotten me sick. I think the high stress I've been under also did that, so I got hit by a double whammy and was sick for about a month. I'm still trying to kick some upper respiratory ickiness. |
sorry to hear that. yeah, and the crazy allergens don't help a bit. a little stress, good. a lot of stress, very bad. but it thought you'd enjoy reading the article in any case. |
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Today is my 13 years with the company. I was hoping for the best that Antigone should be over with the divorce mess. eventually, things should be alright. |
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