THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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Over all, life isn't so bad really. Things are looking up in various departments. Went on a date Monday, that went very well, not to mention the date on Tuesday with same person. Both went better then even the tiny little optimist in me could have expected. I like this girl, only one problem with the idea of a relationship with her as a whole. Time, we both work, she goes to school, and my work schedule isn't the most yielding to a social life. However, I'm not going to let that bother me nor let it get in my way. I doubt she'll let it bother her either. Certain aspects of my hobby are picking up, and I've found myself in an administrative role of an organization that has some very fun, as well as lucrative possiblites. Only the future can tell what is to become of this, but based on the people we have hired thus far... This is going to be one kick ass endevor (I'd say more as to what this is, but I signed this big ass Non-Discolsure Agreement) As soon as we go live with this project, I'll let ya'll in on it. The only problem I'm having lately, is build up. I feel like something is stacking itself on my mind, like bricks, slowly gettin heavier. Not any thought in particular, just seems the load on my cerebrial passages as of late seems a little loaded. I've started getting more headaches, probably stress related but how the fuck would I know? As for the date, wow, Monday it was dinner then drinks. At first it was rather interesting because we both were suffering from the same chest cold. So it was a sick date. After dinner went to a rather quiet bar for drinks. *Bar Special* 2 Vodka Cran's for 2.25. Funny enough we both know the bartender serving us, so we end up getting doubles all night long for the price of the single special. I had 8, she had 7, needless to say we can both hold our alcohol but we still were a bit drunk. Walked across the bridge to my work, and played 2 games of cribbiage.... She skunked me both games. After that we walked back across the bridge to the cars. We made out, outside her car for almost an hour before realizing it was almost 4:00am, we parted ways with plans for Tuesday. Tuesday: She had to work, she works at the old theater in town. She wanted me to come down and hang out, some hippie band was playing, and being a bartender for the theater during fight nights, its ok for me to chill. I ended up helping them out a lot, getting beer from the cooler downstairs and what not. It was a good night, fun. After the drum banging hippies were gone I helped close, and we (the staff and myself) all sat around for drinks at the bar in the theater. She and I left about 2:45 to the parking lot down under the bridge. We made out again outside her car for about 10 minutes before we noticed a cop roll by making rounds under the bridge. We decided we should probably get inside of the car lest he think I was commiting some crime to the woman I was standing rather close to. Inside the car we made out for roughly 3 hours. No sex, although fuckin christ we came close. We were stopped by the same cop, as he drove by once more and then circled back around to the car. In moves I can only describe as jedi like, we were able to seperate each one another from the next, and straighten clothes by the time the officer got to the car. It was funny, because he asked the same question the cop asked the last time this happened to me (when I was 15.) "How old are both of you?" "21 officer." "23 officer." "Can I see your ID's please?" We handed over the ID's, and he then told us we should probably go somewhere else. And then left. After this we kissed each other for another 4 or 5 minutes, and then decided that it being almost 5:45am we should probably split ways seeing as she had to be to school by 8:30 the next day. God damn my nuts hurt that night. Yesterday we talked on the phone for an hour or so, and she told me she'd call today. I don't get to see her till Sunday because of our schedules, and she's going to Bozoman on friday and won't get back till Sunday. On Sunday, I'll get to see her at her work again, I'm going to the George Carlin show there. And I'm taking her to dinner on Monay. (Sunday being my Friday.) Its going to be a long 5 days of work. |
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I hope it works out for you. Maybe you will get married and make babies. I just hope, for your sake, they aren't squirrel-handed. |
7-8 drinks? Let me show you how poorly I hold a drink. Over the weekend, I picked up a bottle of port wine. I came home and put it away, and saw that I now had a bottle of tawny port, ruby port, and founder's reserve. So I decided to have a taste of each to see if I could tell the difference between them all. I poured about a finger of each into a orange juice glass....about 3 ounces in total. Drank those -- yes, you can taste the difference -- and then decided to do the same test with Bailey's and this other kind of Irish cream my dad gave me. About two ounces of each....seven ounces total... Maybe five minutes went by, and then I felt so dizzy and sick I had to lie down. For three hours. I said to myself, there is a reason you don't drink, and this is it. Bah. I had eaten recently, too. Maybe I'm allergic to alcohol. |
. eh? . Rock out, Hal. |
Anyway. Yay, Hal! |
Oh, and the shit "stacking itself" in your mind...it's sinus buildup, d00d! Get on some antibiotics and clear that shit up! :) |
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man i cannot believe i haven't mentioned this before. hal and tbone, you oughta keep a look out on the music scene there in missoula for a woman named andrea harsell. i know she's playing in a band right now, maybe even doing some recording. she also has a kid, maybe 2 years old now? or 3? if you know her or ever see her or run into andrea, tell her i love her and miss her. also, have her sing Ode To Billy Joe for you. |
She called me today, I was asleep when she called but woke up promptly. I was deleriously tired after last night. It was ok though, she'd stayed up all night as well studying and went to class today took a test got home at 3pm and at the time of the phone call (3:15pm) she was ready for bed. So we talked for about 2 hours on the phone in bed together so to say. I laying their buck naked, and her in a satin-just above the knees-tiny strapped night slip thing. Now I'm awake, work is in an hour, its gonna be busy as fuck again, playoffs. Oh and I'm hungry, but have no desire to cook anything. I need a microwave. |
He runs "Ear Candy" which is a record shop here in town. He's a real nice guy, tips me well too. If anyone knows about a local musician he will. |
Good luck though. She's a lucky girl. |
Granted the outlook is good for it, I'm not going to say its guranteed yet, I'm not that much of an optimist. And now... I feel like a dick. |
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. And now let's all bow our heads and have a moment of awkward silence. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
Fuck, I need a drink... And I still feel like a dick. Sem is right, take opportunity when you can. And I usually answer the door without pants, its more fun that way. |
anyway, it is some marinally hot chick all dressed up pretty trying to sell pizza. some coupon book deal for a local pizza chain where one of the coupons is valued at $21.95 and the whole book costs $21.95 so hey, nothing to lose. as she's explaining this i'm nonchalantly rearranging my stuff. her eyes never left mine, though her brow quivered. i ripped a fart and told her that she should come back sometime when she's not selling something. |
On Tuesday I'm going to start playing a Zombie RPG called All Flesh must be Eaten as a Homosexual Chinese ex-Circus Acrobat who is secretly a Vigilante named Flaming Chow Meng and has a monkey named Pei-Pei who picks locks. Briget suggested that we all dress up like our characters but I just don't know. |
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Your not a goblin Pez, Amazon maybe, but not a goblin. Don't think yourself so. |
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Iiiiiiiiiiiiiii've got the horns. So piss off. Amazons use archery. I'm no good at archery. Human bowling maybe. |
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Like sorabjiite schitzophrenia. |
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Zombies are the shit. Except when I'm killing them. Zombies can be sexy. Sometimes. If you're into necrophilia. Mold is very not sexy. |
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I don't like Brad Pit. |
Jello Mold, Blue Mold (from the old Dragon Warrior NES game,) Cupcake Mold. |
i .. uh. i mean. i don't know. gamesess are for tards. |
The word is geeks, Nate. You geek you. |
Fuck you, you ass. |
Armored Knight, Axe Knight, Blue Dragon, Demon Knight, Dragonlord, Drakee, Drakeema, Droll, Drollmagi, Druin, Druinlord, Ghost, Goldman, Golem, Green Dragon, Knight, Magician, Magidrakee, Magiwyvern, Metal Scorpion, Metal Slime, Poltergiest, Red Dragon, Red Slime, Rogue Scorpion, Scorpion, Skeleton, Slime, Spector, Starwyvern, Stoneman, Warlock, Werewolf, Wizard, Wolf, Wolflord, Wraith, Wraith Knight and Wyvern. BUT NO GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING MOLDS. |
I still maintain I have seen Mold in a old NES rpg. |
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Would any of you who have Sarah's email address be willing to send it to me or send on Andrea's address? |
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