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So, I'm signed on AIM and notice that my AIM profile had been deleted. So now I'm fumbling around trying to remember how to edit AIM profiles, when I happen upon the drop down menu on my buddy list that says "My Profile." I click on it, and it takes me to like an actual AOL profile, something which I haven't had since, I don't know, 2002 or 2003? So, I'm scrolling through it, and under the "Music Interests" category, it lists an example of how to correctly fill it out:
"Separate multiple entries with commas, like this:
Fall Out Boy, Modest Mouse, Slayer"
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . really AOL? I can understand catering to Fall Out Boy audiences and even Modest Mouse, but putting Slayer in a category with the aforementioned two? Hilarious.
I've been having the strangest dreams lately. They're sex dreams, mind you, but they're not the "sexy and erotic" kind of sex dreams. They're more like the bizarre and unsatisfying kind.
Dream one happened, oh, maybe a few weeks ago, where I "hooked up" with The Office character, Toby Flenderson, in a room above his daughter's elementary school gym (for RHS graduates, think of the loft-like room similar to that which overlooked "the old gym" where a lot of various old uniforms and equipment were stored, and also, to my recent amazed naivety, where a lot of "hooking up" actually did take place, as told by an anonymous source). So, for those who are not familiar with the character, Toby, he is marked by his timid and always defeated personality. That translated right into the sex. After some pre-ejaculation took place, he quietly muttered something about "I-I'm real sorry, Kirs" while timidly looking down at his shoes or flaccid wiener, one of the two.
Dream two happened earlier this week. I was some sort of exotic dancer, but instead of being dressed in "sexy" clothes, I was dressed as Tommy Thayer of Kiss. I was a different, but apparently very popular dancer, judging from my large audiences in my dream. I didn't do any sexy pole dancing, but a "rocking out" sort of signature move of mine. If members liked my performance, they placed folded dollar bills between the strings and neck of my Flying V guitar.
In other news, I got a big-girl job interning at this sweet architecture firm. Also, Professor Brake, Mel, and J are going to be flying into the States on Tuesday night to stay for another month! Hooray!
Basta! Ciao!
XOXO Ktizzle
"Separate multiple entries with commas, like this:
Fall Out Boy, Modest Mouse, Slayer"
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . really AOL? I can understand catering to Fall Out Boy audiences and even Modest Mouse, but putting Slayer in a category with the aforementioned two? Hilarious.
I've been having the strangest dreams lately. They're sex dreams, mind you, but they're not the "sexy and erotic" kind of sex dreams. They're more like the bizarre and unsatisfying kind.
Dream one happened, oh, maybe a few weeks ago, where I "hooked up" with The Office character, Toby Flenderson, in a room above his daughter's elementary school gym (for RHS graduates, think of the loft-like room similar to that which overlooked "the old gym" where a lot of various old uniforms and equipment were stored, and also, to my recent amazed naivety, where a lot of "hooking up" actually did take place, as told by an anonymous source). So, for those who are not familiar with the character, Toby, he is marked by his timid and always defeated personality. That translated right into the sex. After some pre-ejaculation took place, he quietly muttered something about "I-I'm real sorry, Kirs" while timidly looking down at his shoes or flaccid wiener, one of the two.
Dream two happened earlier this week. I was some sort of exotic dancer, but instead of being dressed in "sexy" clothes, I was dressed as Tommy Thayer of Kiss. I was a different, but apparently very popular dancer, judging from my large audiences in my dream. I didn't do any sexy pole dancing, but a "rocking out" sort of signature move of mine. If members liked my performance, they placed folded dollar bills between the strings and neck of my Flying V guitar.
In other news, I got a big-girl job interning at this sweet architecture firm. Also, Professor Brake, Mel, and J are going to be flying into the States on Tuesday night to stay for another month! Hooray!
Basta! Ciao!
XOXO Ktizzle