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hey tiffany!
would you like to take a survey?
welcome to the house
last night, joe came into my room and asked if i could give him a ride to becca's and pick up a movie that andrew rented. i agreed to go on the errand.
of course, i had to change my clothes because i knew that it wasn't going to be a cut and dry mission. this was going to evolve into something greater.
sure enough when we pull up to becca's apartment, we run into someone joe knows. it's a guy from the solstace. he is the phoenix, joe explains. they used to have a club, joe told me once, that spoke primarily in mythilogical code.
big becca and little becca came out and told us that they were going to shoot pool. the phoenix invited us to go with them.
"my name is scott," the phoenix introduced himself.
scott turns out to be a total prick.
he says things like, "girls. all the beautiful ones are stupid."
little becca was deeply offended by his behavior. and she wasn't even there when he took her camera and took a picture of his penis.
yeah.
i love becca. if she was only single and lived in seattle, i'd totaly just drop everything and ask her to marry me. right away. we wouldn't even waste time getting to know eachother. after all, we'd have the rest of our lives to do that nonsense.
okay. sweet quixotic time is over.
meanwhile, scott's acid head friend was trying to fondle becca's hair. that didn't go over well. so we shunned him from the group and he dissapeared. who knows where he went. who cares?
so when scott invited big becca and joe and little becca and i over to play texas hold 'em, little becca and i were reluctant to agree.
we stopped by big becca's apartment on the way and danny scoffed "you're going over to that asshole's house?"
i suck at poker. it took me three rounds to blow all my chips. joe won them all. two rounds later, little becca blew all her chips.
"lets get out of here," little becca whispered into my ear.
oh, baby. that made my heart race. oh, foolish heart! i love you.
this morning, i woke up an hour late. but it was okay. that just meant i didn't get to lounge around in bed for an hour.
my bed is up against the window, so i always wake up with the sun. it took a while to get used to but now i highly reccomend it. it's great to wake up with the sun.
i just stepped out of the shower and i heard a knock on the door. i quickly put my pants on and opened the door. it was andrew.
we talked as i finnished putting my clothes on and i started telling him the story of how our landlord is a cock blocker.
"so this cute chick is moving in," i said.
"i know, she's right here," he said, smirking.
"you're shitting me," i said.
"no. seriously."
yes. seriously. i stepped out the door, still shirtless and wet from the shower and there she was, walking up the stairs.
"you might as well finnish," he said.
so, i did.
for breakfast, i fixed myself some green tea.
i stood in my doorway, sipping my tea and talking to tiffany. she likes to drink.
"i'm so happy that we have someone new to party with!" andrew said. "all the cool party people live up here at the top."
it's true. at the top of my apartment house, we have five people in three small rooms. joe, age 25, grew up in an orphanage. andrew, age 23, is in the coast guard. brian, age 22, is my best friend from first grade. now, heather.
she's an annimation major. she's got long blonde hair and a cute peachy face. i think she's going to be our cute little sister.
i went to work today. i hung out at the downtown bus stops and collected names and phone numbers of people who would agree to taking a phone survey.
it was a lousy job.
the bonus is, i had the opertunity to talk to a cute red head. oh, baby. she had the long red hair that went past her shoulders and it was just the right shade. that beautiful shade that can't be natural it's so perfect.
i got her phone number, too. of course, i got everyone's phone number. but she gave that phone number to me. and she might be able to hook me up with a job. it's called the tribes project. it's a diversity education non-profit orginisation. i'd seriously love to be a part of that orginisation.
i'll call them tomorrow.
if nothing else, maybe i could get a date from the red head. her name is emily. cute girl.
sam was suposed to come over tonight, but i can't get ahold of her. we were going to go down to the hukah bar and smoke with jt and jam with the kids and then go to the becah. but maybe the weather isn't right. maybe the stars arn't alligned like they were last week. i don't know. it didn't happen.
jt came over and joe and i took him to the solstace. we talked about quantum physics and sipped coffee. and we ran into scott.
after jt went home, we ran into tiffany. joe, scott and i helped her move her bed and stuff into the house.
"that'll cost you $10" scott said.
"oh i dont do this kind of work for money," i said, winking at him.
tiffany loves the attention. she's 19, almost 20.
"you guys are so fast!" tiffany exclaimed.
"yeah," i said. "we get the work done quick so we can start drinking earlier."
then we heard joe screaming on the stairs in pain and marty screaming in anger and i had to rush downstairs to see what was going on.
marty was screaming "i got a taste and i want some more, boys!"
he wasn't screaming at joe, but at troy.
i guess troy was taking up too much space in the parkinglot, so they got into a fight. there has always been tension between the two.
"is he alright?" i asked.
"oh, he won the fight," marty admitted. "give me a beer."
so yeah. when that was all over, everyone had some beers.
all in 24 hours.
edit:
scott and joe are acting as if they've never seen a girl before. the highlight of the night was when i followed joe and scott as they chased after tiffany. we watched her lock her car. and then we came back in.
scott is such a sagitarius. he's a jack-ass genius. a great guy and a fucking bastard. he's a chemistry graduate from uw. there is something brilliant about how he plays with his nipples.
would you like to take a survey?
welcome to the house
last night, joe came into my room and asked if i could give him a ride to becca's and pick up a movie that andrew rented. i agreed to go on the errand.
of course, i had to change my clothes because i knew that it wasn't going to be a cut and dry mission. this was going to evolve into something greater.
sure enough when we pull up to becca's apartment, we run into someone joe knows. it's a guy from the solstace. he is the phoenix, joe explains. they used to have a club, joe told me once, that spoke primarily in mythilogical code.
big becca and little becca came out and told us that they were going to shoot pool. the phoenix invited us to go with them.
"my name is scott," the phoenix introduced himself.
scott turns out to be a total prick.
he says things like, "girls. all the beautiful ones are stupid."
little becca was deeply offended by his behavior. and she wasn't even there when he took her camera and took a picture of his penis.
yeah.
i love becca. if she was only single and lived in seattle, i'd totaly just drop everything and ask her to marry me. right away. we wouldn't even waste time getting to know eachother. after all, we'd have the rest of our lives to do that nonsense.
okay. sweet quixotic time is over.
meanwhile, scott's acid head friend was trying to fondle becca's hair. that didn't go over well. so we shunned him from the group and he dissapeared. who knows where he went. who cares?
so when scott invited big becca and joe and little becca and i over to play texas hold 'em, little becca and i were reluctant to agree.
we stopped by big becca's apartment on the way and danny scoffed "you're going over to that asshole's house?"
i suck at poker. it took me three rounds to blow all my chips. joe won them all. two rounds later, little becca blew all her chips.
"lets get out of here," little becca whispered into my ear.
oh, baby. that made my heart race. oh, foolish heart! i love you.
this morning, i woke up an hour late. but it was okay. that just meant i didn't get to lounge around in bed for an hour.
my bed is up against the window, so i always wake up with the sun. it took a while to get used to but now i highly reccomend it. it's great to wake up with the sun.
i just stepped out of the shower and i heard a knock on the door. i quickly put my pants on and opened the door. it was andrew.
we talked as i finnished putting my clothes on and i started telling him the story of how our landlord is a cock blocker.
"so this cute chick is moving in," i said.
"i know, she's right here," he said, smirking.
"you're shitting me," i said.
"no. seriously."
yes. seriously. i stepped out the door, still shirtless and wet from the shower and there she was, walking up the stairs.
"you might as well finnish," he said.
so, i did.
for breakfast, i fixed myself some green tea.
i stood in my doorway, sipping my tea and talking to tiffany. she likes to drink.
"i'm so happy that we have someone new to party with!" andrew said. "all the cool party people live up here at the top."
it's true. at the top of my apartment house, we have five people in three small rooms. joe, age 25, grew up in an orphanage. andrew, age 23, is in the coast guard. brian, age 22, is my best friend from first grade. now, heather.
she's an annimation major. she's got long blonde hair and a cute peachy face. i think she's going to be our cute little sister.
i went to work today. i hung out at the downtown bus stops and collected names and phone numbers of people who would agree to taking a phone survey.
it was a lousy job.
the bonus is, i had the opertunity to talk to a cute red head. oh, baby. she had the long red hair that went past her shoulders and it was just the right shade. that beautiful shade that can't be natural it's so perfect.
i got her phone number, too. of course, i got everyone's phone number. but she gave that phone number to me. and she might be able to hook me up with a job. it's called the tribes project. it's a diversity education non-profit orginisation. i'd seriously love to be a part of that orginisation.
i'll call them tomorrow.
if nothing else, maybe i could get a date from the red head. her name is emily. cute girl.
sam was suposed to come over tonight, but i can't get ahold of her. we were going to go down to the hukah bar and smoke with jt and jam with the kids and then go to the becah. but maybe the weather isn't right. maybe the stars arn't alligned like they were last week. i don't know. it didn't happen.
jt came over and joe and i took him to the solstace. we talked about quantum physics and sipped coffee. and we ran into scott.
after jt went home, we ran into tiffany. joe, scott and i helped her move her bed and stuff into the house.
"that'll cost you $10" scott said.
"oh i dont do this kind of work for money," i said, winking at him.
tiffany loves the attention. she's 19, almost 20.
"you guys are so fast!" tiffany exclaimed.
"yeah," i said. "we get the work done quick so we can start drinking earlier."
then we heard joe screaming on the stairs in pain and marty screaming in anger and i had to rush downstairs to see what was going on.
marty was screaming "i got a taste and i want some more, boys!"
he wasn't screaming at joe, but at troy.
i guess troy was taking up too much space in the parkinglot, so they got into a fight. there has always been tension between the two.
"is he alright?" i asked.
"oh, he won the fight," marty admitted. "give me a beer."
so yeah. when that was all over, everyone had some beers.
all in 24 hours.
edit:
scott and joe are acting as if they've never seen a girl before. the highlight of the night was when i followed joe and scott as they chased after tiffany. we watched her lock her car. and then we came back in.
scott is such a sagitarius. he's a jack-ass genius. a great guy and a fucking bastard. he's a chemistry graduate from uw. there is something brilliant about how he plays with his nipples.