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I am back in Buffalo. It is wonderful. The drive down was ferocious, broken all by a two-hour pit stop in North Syracuse to see Scott. That was, hands down, the best part of the drive. We went to Friendly's and got only desert, appetizers and beverages we didn't touch. A+, five out of five.
But bascically after a ten or so hour schlep I wound up in mother fucking Buffalo, New York and Kate, Keith and I went to a party at Bob's. That was an adventure. Some drunk boy came up to me and said, "I am a stoner. But I could have a record deal if I wasn't." And I said,
"Oh really, let's hear you sing, then?" And he sang for me. He was pretty good, but it doesn't change the fact that the boy is a wicked tool, and I was quite pleased to make his aquaintence. Then, a bit later, this really tall boy named Greg gave me his number. He's a freshmen at UB, 18 years old! I was very thrilled. However, I'm going to talk to Bob first before calling, because Bob knows him better than I do and I don't want to get involved with any wicked jerks/slluts/weirdos. The high point of the night was when Kate, Keith and I made off with the house's copy of Hustler. It's really uncomfortable but because of it, very funny. I hope it makes people around me ill at ease.
Finally at four in the morning I got home, NOT DRUNK, (!!!!!), and decided to check the Facebook and go online and so on and I was honestly on line for 2 seconds when Peter IMs me to say, "Want to sleep here, tonight?" Crickey. I really do not understand him, because last time I slept over I was just awkward and flattened myself against a wall so I was harder to cuddle with. I hate cuddling, alot. He must be a fat bit of desperation. I wish he would just hang out with me and talk about books. He's so smart. He has really insightful things to say and uses huge words. He also has alot of really good books and lives in this beautiful victorian house. It's THE perfect place for book discussions. I am the only person in this equation who understands that.
But the point is, I went on Facebook last night and their was this cryptic message from Matt thanking me for the book, saying he'd make me something "really nice" and how was my vacation? I didn't reply. I hope he either makes me:
A) Money.
B) An airplane ticket to Slovokia.
C) A personality face-lift on his part.
More likely though, it will be:
A) Some sort of hand-made journal.
B) A song.
C) A nice hump in the leg.
But for serious, I'm not going to respond. I've got nothing to say.
Kate and I are getting fake nails today, because we know it would make everyone at SAS very uncomfortable. Bonne idee and away I go!
But bascically after a ten or so hour schlep I wound up in mother fucking Buffalo, New York and Kate, Keith and I went to a party at Bob's. That was an adventure. Some drunk boy came up to me and said, "I am a stoner. But I could have a record deal if I wasn't." And I said,
"Oh really, let's hear you sing, then?" And he sang for me. He was pretty good, but it doesn't change the fact that the boy is a wicked tool, and I was quite pleased to make his aquaintence. Then, a bit later, this really tall boy named Greg gave me his number. He's a freshmen at UB, 18 years old! I was very thrilled. However, I'm going to talk to Bob first before calling, because Bob knows him better than I do and I don't want to get involved with any wicked jerks/slluts/weirdos. The high point of the night was when Kate, Keith and I made off with the house's copy of Hustler. It's really uncomfortable but because of it, very funny. I hope it makes people around me ill at ease.
Finally at four in the morning I got home, NOT DRUNK, (!!!!!), and decided to check the Facebook and go online and so on and I was honestly on line for 2 seconds when Peter IMs me to say, "Want to sleep here, tonight?" Crickey. I really do not understand him, because last time I slept over I was just awkward and flattened myself against a wall so I was harder to cuddle with. I hate cuddling, alot. He must be a fat bit of desperation. I wish he would just hang out with me and talk about books. He's so smart. He has really insightful things to say and uses huge words. He also has alot of really good books and lives in this beautiful victorian house. It's THE perfect place for book discussions. I am the only person in this equation who understands that.
But the point is, I went on Facebook last night and their was this cryptic message from Matt thanking me for the book, saying he'd make me something "really nice" and how was my vacation? I didn't reply. I hope he either makes me:
A) Money.
B) An airplane ticket to Slovokia.
C) A personality face-lift on his part.
More likely though, it will be:
A) Some sort of hand-made journal.
B) A song.
C) A nice hump in the leg.
But for serious, I'm not going to respond. I've got nothing to say.
Kate and I are getting fake nails today, because we know it would make everyone at SAS very uncomfortable. Bonne idee and away I go!