Another case of the blah-blahs. It's getting to be a habit. I can be proud of the fact, though, that I don't let depression send me into a total tailspin. I *handle* it. I get through it. I sit quietly until it passes
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I found a cute wine bar and so want to go with you and try different wines. They even, at times, carry Tolosa wines, which allowed me to sound all knowledgeable and stuff after my one day wine tasting in CA! Wine does help with the sitting quietly until it passes. Not so much with getting papers done. Which I will do NOW. *hugs*
If you wanna schlepp out to Book Sale, I can treat you to supper afterwards. Or, we can go to the Hungarian Pastry Shop, especially if you have more stuff to sell back to Book Culture.
Me: "So what do guys with average penises DO?" CD: "Not my problem." Me: "And how do you find the big ones?" CD: "Craigslist. I specifically say big cock." Me: "Oh. Okay."
Okay, that just made me laugh and laugh, and I'm at work, dammit! Hee!
Why would he even have to say big cock, every post made by a dude on Craigslist has a picture of his dick. Which gets annoying when you're just trying to buy a couch.
I'm going to go ahead and say slash fic is better because - you know, it's written for us. I think gay men would get off on totally different things. For the most part. And I don't know if I'd be interested in writing a coked-out foursome where the names aren't even remembered the next day. Unless I was writing Lost Girl, naturally. ;)
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Tolosa! Their wines rule. *hugs*
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CD: "Not my problem."
Me: "And how do you find the big ones?"
CD: "Craigslist. I specifically say big cock."
Me: "Oh. Okay."
Okay, that just made me laugh and laugh, and I'm at work, dammit! Hee!
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I'm sorry!?
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I JUST WANT A COUCH NOT A COCK.
But that just goes to show you how easy it is for him to get three big ones in one night. *is still in shock*
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