its kinda fucked up i know i'm not your lover although i shouldn't bother i fall for the deep clear
So i just talked to Barb (from the pool team) for upwards of 2 hours.
As some of you may or may not know, i DETEST talking on the phone.
Somehow, tho, i don't mind talking to her. Weird.
I'm pretty sure i don't like her as anything more than a friend, so i have no idea what's going on there.
Maybe we were twins in a past life, separated by Nazi's during the holocaust for the purpose of unspeakable inhuman experiments.
Or maybe we just have personalities that compliment eachother.
She called to tell me that she found a pair of pants in her back seat that she thinks may be mine from the weekend of regionals.
I have no idea how that could've happened, for several reasons.
1. At no point during that weekend were we in her car.
2. I did not sleep with her (sexually) that weekend (or any time), nor has anyone... ever.
3. All of my pants (that i know of) are accounted for. Unless its like a pair that i never wear... but why would i have packed a pair of pants that i never wear???
4. Although we were both in the bathroom without pants at one point (i was putting on her dress due to a lost bet, and she was zipping me up), i later put those same pants back on.
Anyway, that's my funny story for the nite.
Oh, also, she mentioned it in a "reply all" team email, so now everyone thinks we did the nasty.
In reality, we just went back to the room (waaay drunk) and talked until the sun came up.
But try telling that to people...
ALSO... SATURDAY, JULY 28 IS MY BIRTHDAY.
COME... DRINK WITH US.
Jon's crib on Oakley near Mackinaw.
Getting a Half barrell. No charge. First come, first serve.
All of my friends and even acquaintances are invited. No exceptions.
As some of you may or may not know, i DETEST talking on the phone.
Somehow, tho, i don't mind talking to her. Weird.
I'm pretty sure i don't like her as anything more than a friend, so i have no idea what's going on there.
Maybe we were twins in a past life, separated by Nazi's during the holocaust for the purpose of unspeakable inhuman experiments.
Or maybe we just have personalities that compliment eachother.
She called to tell me that she found a pair of pants in her back seat that she thinks may be mine from the weekend of regionals.
I have no idea how that could've happened, for several reasons.
1. At no point during that weekend were we in her car.
2. I did not sleep with her (sexually) that weekend (or any time), nor has anyone... ever.
3. All of my pants (that i know of) are accounted for. Unless its like a pair that i never wear... but why would i have packed a pair of pants that i never wear???
4. Although we were both in the bathroom without pants at one point (i was putting on her dress due to a lost bet, and she was zipping me up), i later put those same pants back on.
Anyway, that's my funny story for the nite.
Oh, also, she mentioned it in a "reply all" team email, so now everyone thinks we did the nasty.
In reality, we just went back to the room (waaay drunk) and talked until the sun came up.
But try telling that to people...
ALSO... SATURDAY, JULY 28 IS MY BIRTHDAY.
COME... DRINK WITH US.
Jon's crib on Oakley near Mackinaw.
Getting a Half barrell. No charge. First come, first serve.
All of my friends and even acquaintances are invited. No exceptions.