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Friendster people: hold your horses. I just hammered out three Testamonials. I intend to write one for each of my friends, but I have to take a break. Writing galeogirl's was really hard. I've been so clumsy and oafish in my online flirtings with her- and was careful to not flirt at all in person, since I didn't want to make her uncomfortable. So how can I praise her without . . . uh . . . being even more boorish?
Well, I tried. Those of you on Friendster already can find it without much problem, no reason to restate it here.
My cheeks are still burning. Better talk about something else to quench those embers.
I smoked a lotta pot with my friends yesterday, and it gave me a lotta munchies. Therefore, I ate a helluva lotta junk food. Yes, I've finally graduated to the next level of stoner grrl. Enough practise with my Vapouriser has given me enough breath control so that I can actually smoke out of a pipe! And a friend (who may not want her name associated with DRUGS) says she'll give me a pipe for my birthday! I bet I could do a bong, too . . . probably not a gravity bong yet. I won't try 'til I can take monster hits.
I'm still not going to smoke joints. Two reasons: my friend mixes tobacco into them, which tastes Fucking Gross. And also, I remember how fast my friend Cirra went from joints to cloves to cigarettes . . . ew, no way. I'm very glad that I didn't do a single drug 'til I was 25. Heh, I was like, "New Millenium, new personal philosophy. Maybe drugs can be tools, not just things-I-may-get-hooked-on-which-therefore-must-be-avoided". I could see myself getting out of control when I was younger. Now, I've smoked pot twice in two weeks, and will probably lay off it for a while after New Year's. Not because it's bad for me, but because I don't need to do it every day, or every week, or every month. Drugs don't own me, and I'm confident that they won't ever. I've got too much self-respect, and too many fun experiences waiting in the "sober world". I can't wait to go snowboarding.
New Year's Eve is going to be sooooooo fun! I have a big honkin' bottle of my favourite champagne that I'll probably hide at Soxboy's house. I think I'll know more people at that party than at aeshnor and zantiphia's party. But I'll be wobbling up and down the street a few times, spending a good chunk of time at both. If one party dies down and the other's raging, I'll invite the dying-down party to join the raging one.
zantiphia! When are you free? I got presents for you, and I can't wait to give 'em to you! Please please PLEASE let me know ASAP. I miss you, I didn't really get to hang with you much at livingdeath's party. Call me! Visit me! Draw with me!
Oh yeah, and special kicks-in-the-butts to baron_brian, postvixen, and cabaretgirl. I'm itching to make wings and things, but you three haven't given me enough info to get going! Brian, all I need from you is your chest and shoulder measurements! You can snail-mail me some measured string if you don't have a tape measure at home! Postvixen, all I need from you is a three-hour conversation with a sketchpad at my side on the subject of What The Fuck Is A Mousedoll. Come over and talk to me, dammit! Cabaretgirl, draw me a picture! You're the most artisticly inclined of any of these three- I'd love the challenge of making a coloured drawing come to life!
I suppose, if none of these butt-kickings work, I can just start making stuff for me. But projects-for-me I let slide for months and months. Projects for others I work on 'til done.
I got a sewing machine from my parents, so I can buy some fleece and start that thing for projectmothra, if nothing else. Maybe I'll finish my circus pants first.
But after I bike. I'm too wiggly right now.
Well, I tried. Those of you on Friendster already can find it without much problem, no reason to restate it here.
My cheeks are still burning. Better talk about something else to quench those embers.
I smoked a lotta pot with my friends yesterday, and it gave me a lotta munchies. Therefore, I ate a helluva lotta junk food. Yes, I've finally graduated to the next level of stoner grrl. Enough practise with my Vapouriser has given me enough breath control so that I can actually smoke out of a pipe! And a friend (who may not want her name associated with DRUGS) says she'll give me a pipe for my birthday! I bet I could do a bong, too . . . probably not a gravity bong yet. I won't try 'til I can take monster hits.
I'm still not going to smoke joints. Two reasons: my friend mixes tobacco into them, which tastes Fucking Gross. And also, I remember how fast my friend Cirra went from joints to cloves to cigarettes . . . ew, no way. I'm very glad that I didn't do a single drug 'til I was 25. Heh, I was like, "New Millenium, new personal philosophy. Maybe drugs can be tools, not just things-I-may-get-hooked-on-which-therefore-must-be-avoided". I could see myself getting out of control when I was younger. Now, I've smoked pot twice in two weeks, and will probably lay off it for a while after New Year's. Not because it's bad for me, but because I don't need to do it every day, or every week, or every month. Drugs don't own me, and I'm confident that they won't ever. I've got too much self-respect, and too many fun experiences waiting in the "sober world". I can't wait to go snowboarding.
New Year's Eve is going to be sooooooo fun! I have a big honkin' bottle of my favourite champagne that I'll probably hide at Soxboy's house. I think I'll know more people at that party than at aeshnor and zantiphia's party. But I'll be wobbling up and down the street a few times, spending a good chunk of time at both. If one party dies down and the other's raging, I'll invite the dying-down party to join the raging one.
zantiphia! When are you free? I got presents for you, and I can't wait to give 'em to you! Please please PLEASE let me know ASAP. I miss you, I didn't really get to hang with you much at livingdeath's party. Call me! Visit me! Draw with me!
Oh yeah, and special kicks-in-the-butts to baron_brian, postvixen, and cabaretgirl. I'm itching to make wings and things, but you three haven't given me enough info to get going! Brian, all I need from you is your chest and shoulder measurements! You can snail-mail me some measured string if you don't have a tape measure at home! Postvixen, all I need from you is a three-hour conversation with a sketchpad at my side on the subject of What The Fuck Is A Mousedoll. Come over and talk to me, dammit! Cabaretgirl, draw me a picture! You're the most artisticly inclined of any of these three- I'd love the challenge of making a coloured drawing come to life!
I suppose, if none of these butt-kickings work, I can just start making stuff for me. But projects-for-me I let slide for months and months. Projects for others I work on 'til done.
I got a sewing machine from my parents, so I can buy some fleece and start that thing for projectmothra, if nothing else. Maybe I'll finish my circus pants first.
But after I bike. I'm too wiggly right now.