Score!
I can't really explain why I like to read Nerve. I figure it's mostly because I find it to be highly entertaining when I'm bored and have an internet connection (and, ok, probably an eensy-bitty-bit because deep down inside I'm a closet freak).
Today, however, I feel that I have hit paydirt.
They got this series called "Sex advice from:" where regular people answer sex questions from readers. They've had like "Sex advice from organic farmers" or "taxi drivers" or "editorial assistants," for example. This week, it's sex advice from former Catholic school students. When I clicked the link I thought, "Damn, she bears a striking resemblance to Liz" ... and wouldn'tcha know it? It's her. Which is awesome. Because Liz is awesome.
She's the first person of the class of 2003 at Smith that I came into contact with (we used to chat online). And by the end of my first year at college she: introduced me to the game of power hour, took me on my first drug run (she and Marina said we were going for ice-cream), taught me an appreciation of the movie Half-Baked and that white girls from Washington can have a deep and abiding love for Dr. Dre and Snoop, demonstrated how a proper wake-n-bake should be performed (was also the first time I heard the term), let me in on the secret of the SSDSSDGHC (smoke smoke drink smoke smoke drink get high club...or something to that effect).
Anyway, I'd like to end this post with a Friendster Testimonial exchange between myself and Liz:
Liz, Tuesday, March 23rd, 2004:
back at smith college, raven would
occasionally come kick it on the
3rd/4th floors of ill repute. and she
could hang with the worst of us. and
for that i have to quote my man ali g
and say, "respect."
Raven, Tuesday, March 23rd, 2004:
Liz was the first person that I met at
Smith. Actually we met online before
getting to Smith (a memory I cherish in
my soul with each passing day or
something). Yeah, and she didn't mind
when I randomly visited her, Marina,
Michelle and Annie on 3FKP. They taught
me about Power Hour, which
singlehandedly changed my fuckin life.
We drank, and drank...and years later we
smoked. It was great. Liz stuck it to
the man (aka RADS, specifically Brett
and Diane) And Liz thought she heard a
ghost one night. But perhaps most
importantly, Liz could wear a comforter
and make it look like it just came off
the runway in Milan. Now c'mon, ya gotta
love that...
Liz, Wednesday, April 7th, 2004:
by the way raven, i'd like to just
clear the air here and say that i
didn't THINK that i SAW a ghost; i KNOW
that I HEARD a ghost totally going
crazy in rachel's room. and i'm pretty
sure that that ghost's name was sylvia
plath.
Today, however, I feel that I have hit paydirt.
They got this series called "Sex advice from:" where regular people answer sex questions from readers. They've had like "Sex advice from organic farmers" or "taxi drivers" or "editorial assistants," for example. This week, it's sex advice from former Catholic school students. When I clicked the link I thought, "Damn, she bears a striking resemblance to Liz" ... and wouldn'tcha know it? It's her. Which is awesome. Because Liz is awesome.
She's the first person of the class of 2003 at Smith that I came into contact with (we used to chat online). And by the end of my first year at college she: introduced me to the game of power hour, took me on my first drug run (she and Marina said we were going for ice-cream), taught me an appreciation of the movie Half-Baked and that white girls from Washington can have a deep and abiding love for Dr. Dre and Snoop, demonstrated how a proper wake-n-bake should be performed (was also the first time I heard the term), let me in on the secret of the SSDSSDGHC (smoke smoke drink smoke smoke drink get high club...or something to that effect).
Anyway, I'd like to end this post with a Friendster Testimonial exchange between myself and Liz:
Liz, Tuesday, March 23rd, 2004:
back at smith college, raven would
occasionally come kick it on the
3rd/4th floors of ill repute. and she
could hang with the worst of us. and
for that i have to quote my man ali g
and say, "respect."
Raven, Tuesday, March 23rd, 2004:
Liz was the first person that I met at
Smith. Actually we met online before
getting to Smith (a memory I cherish in
my soul with each passing day or
something). Yeah, and she didn't mind
when I randomly visited her, Marina,
Michelle and Annie on 3FKP. They taught
me about Power Hour, which
singlehandedly changed my fuckin life.
We drank, and drank...and years later we
smoked. It was great. Liz stuck it to
the man (aka RADS, specifically Brett
and Diane) And Liz thought she heard a
ghost one night. But perhaps most
importantly, Liz could wear a comforter
and make it look like it just came off
the runway in Milan. Now c'mon, ya gotta
love that...
Liz, Wednesday, April 7th, 2004:
by the way raven, i'd like to just
clear the air here and say that i
didn't THINK that i SAW a ghost; i KNOW
that I HEARD a ghost totally going
crazy in rachel's room. and i'm pretty
sure that that ghost's name was sylvia
plath.