this, that, and other things
My room has been painted. It is GREEN with a capital GRRRRR! (not to be confused with Dr. GRRRR, of course) I love it. I am in the process of putting it back together and then I will have a lovely room to live in, even though no one else will ever see it. (Well, maybe I'll quickly show it to Teej when it's done since he'll be the only one around and I have to show SOMEBODY.)
I am leaving for Cape Cod on Saturday for the week, so try not to miss me too much, faithful readers. Miguel's coming up with me (and is staying the entire week since his parents and sister don't love him and went to Puerto Rico/Columbia without him, leaving me to help him move into his new apartment in Connecticut next week), Jen's coming Saturday to Sunday, Tina is hopefully coming Sunday to Monday, Matt and Teej are coming Sunday to Wednesday, and no one knows about Katie because she seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth. Katie, wherever you are...I hope you're not dead.
During conversations with Tina this evening, I came up with two very important additions to my unofficial rules for life. Behold:
1) If, after sleeping with someone, the best thing one can say afterwards is, "Well...that was...adequate", one should not make plans to sleep with said person any time in the near future.
2) People who use the letter "u" as a personal pronoun in writing do not get to experience my divine glory.
I personally think that everyone should live by rule #2 (applied to themselves, of course), but I realize that not everyone is as anal-retentive as I am. Tina, for the record, enjoyed the "divine glory" part. I am divine and glorious, dammit, and those who say otherwise are LIARS. Anyway, I then had to tell her about the conversation I had with Miguel and TJ earlier in the week about our favorite/least favorite euphimisms for "vagina" ("hoo-hoo" was a favorite, "fish taco" was near the bottom fo the list), and Miguel said that we should come up with our own and introduced "oyster bar" into our lexicon. It'll catch on, just you wait and see.
Other random thoughts to hold you over while I'm gone for a week:
As I was putting together my computer today, I flashbacked to my summer session spent in Terrace 8 (aka "Shithole") and how my father and I used the dumbwaiter to transport my 'puter up to the third floor since there are no elevators. I decided that 1) dumbwaiter is a hilarious term and 2) while I initially thought it would be a cool thing to have, I'd be afraid of people hiding in it, like in "Harriet the Spy".
If I ever had a poodle/bulldog mix (I like those two breeds), I would call it a poodog. And laugh every day. Because anything with "poo" in it is inherently funny. Poo. Poooooooooooooooo. Hee hee. I am so twelve years old.
TJ called me a 35-year-old administrator today because I wouldn't go to the movies with him tonight (I really wanted to go, but I didn't want to throw off my sleep schedule and be tired when I drive to the Cape on Saturday morning at the ass crack of dawn and crash my car into whatever's on the side of I-95). He also informed me that I suck goats. And dogs. And other animals which did not need to be specified. Somehow, the 35-year-old administrator comment did not seem that insulting in comparison. However, I did think of Ted nearly falling on himself and getting lost at Lucky's (see the entry from...oh, whenever it was, I don't remember...April somethingth).
I don't understand the current fascination with pirates. I bet they smelled REALLY bad. I'm very sensitive when it comes to smell. Pirates are not for me.
Just because I can: Pooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Enjoy your week!
I am leaving for Cape Cod on Saturday for the week, so try not to miss me too much, faithful readers. Miguel's coming up with me (and is staying the entire week since his parents and sister don't love him and went to Puerto Rico/Columbia without him, leaving me to help him move into his new apartment in Connecticut next week), Jen's coming Saturday to Sunday, Tina is hopefully coming Sunday to Monday, Matt and Teej are coming Sunday to Wednesday, and no one knows about Katie because she seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth. Katie, wherever you are...I hope you're not dead.
During conversations with Tina this evening, I came up with two very important additions to my unofficial rules for life. Behold:
1) If, after sleeping with someone, the best thing one can say afterwards is, "Well...that was...adequate", one should not make plans to sleep with said person any time in the near future.
2) People who use the letter "u" as a personal pronoun in writing do not get to experience my divine glory.
I personally think that everyone should live by rule #2 (applied to themselves, of course), but I realize that not everyone is as anal-retentive as I am. Tina, for the record, enjoyed the "divine glory" part. I am divine and glorious, dammit, and those who say otherwise are LIARS. Anyway, I then had to tell her about the conversation I had with Miguel and TJ earlier in the week about our favorite/least favorite euphimisms for "vagina" ("hoo-hoo" was a favorite, "fish taco" was near the bottom fo the list), and Miguel said that we should come up with our own and introduced "oyster bar" into our lexicon. It'll catch on, just you wait and see.
Other random thoughts to hold you over while I'm gone for a week:
As I was putting together my computer today, I flashbacked to my summer session spent in Terrace 8 (aka "Shithole") and how my father and I used the dumbwaiter to transport my 'puter up to the third floor since there are no elevators. I decided that 1) dumbwaiter is a hilarious term and 2) while I initially thought it would be a cool thing to have, I'd be afraid of people hiding in it, like in "Harriet the Spy".
If I ever had a poodle/bulldog mix (I like those two breeds), I would call it a poodog. And laugh every day. Because anything with "poo" in it is inherently funny. Poo. Poooooooooooooooo. Hee hee. I am so twelve years old.
TJ called me a 35-year-old administrator today because I wouldn't go to the movies with him tonight (I really wanted to go, but I didn't want to throw off my sleep schedule and be tired when I drive to the Cape on Saturday morning at the ass crack of dawn and crash my car into whatever's on the side of I-95). He also informed me that I suck goats. And dogs. And other animals which did not need to be specified. Somehow, the 35-year-old administrator comment did not seem that insulting in comparison. However, I did think of Ted nearly falling on himself and getting lost at Lucky's (see the entry from...oh, whenever it was, I don't remember...April somethingth).
I don't understand the current fascination with pirates. I bet they smelled REALLY bad. I'm very sensitive when it comes to smell. Pirates are not for me.
Just because I can: Pooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Enjoy your week!