_better left unsaid_
I need to get away from all these DS and Saybrook people. The claustrophobia is killing me. I think I'll call home tonight, a whole day early. I just want this to be over and be perfect. Hmm. Yeah.
What was there, John,
still is there, John.
-1776
:: so said slim ( 7:58 PM )
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+ a happy friday the thirteenth to all.
also the ides of december, you know.
mmmm u2.
:: so said slim ( 1:26 PM )
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wow--how weird was last night, roommate-wise? First off, Claire's been in a horrible mood for the past few days because of her period, and then Mike was so obnoxious. All she wants to do is bitch nonstop. I mean, I know exactly how she feels, it's just crummy for the rest of us. And for her, I'm sure. But so much stranger was Hannah. Turns out she's still involved with that grad student, who invited her to some party. She was wondering if she should go, and I said if she went with someone else and since she doesn't drink, she'd be fine. Then she warned me not to tell Claire, since Claire would never stop blabbing about it. Then it was laugh at drunk Claire and Molly time, because we can't stop blabbing when we're drunk. Yes, that was the word--blabbing. The nonchalant sense of superiority was impressive. Surprising, but not completely. She's already gone through the whole, oh I just get along with 20somethings so well, I'm just so mature. Just curious all told.
And then Chris Damps and Alex? Why is the world so crazy?
:: so said slim ( 11:09 AM )
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dammit. Time to get to work.
:: so said slim ( 10:53 AM )
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Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
but it's better than drinking alone.
-Bill Joel, Piano Man
:: so said slim ( 11:40 PM )
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I hope this works. damn formatting.
:: so said slim ( 5:46 PM )
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my personal favorites from the Literary Review Bad Sex Prize 2002:
In one fluid movement Herman rolled forward on to his knees, grasped Dorian by the shoulders, and kissed him. Such suction. They were like two flamingos, each attempting to filter the nutriment out of the other with great slurps of their muscular tongues. Adam's apples bobbed in the crap gloaming.
-Dorian, Will Self (Viking)
When our orgasms come, it's like a naked electric cable dropped into a fish tank.
-White Mice, Nicholas Blincoe
mmmmm fish tanks.
:: so said slim ( 12:37 AM )
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Find out which But I'm A Cheerleader girl you are.
:: so said slim ( 12:05 AM )
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I'm 36% pickup-able. Yeah me.
"You're like Jen. Do you know my friend Jen? You're just like her—she's like this cool girl who's attractive and funny. I should call Jen. Or maybe you're like my friend Steve. Regardless, you like to flirt, but not with ugly people. And when you lock eyes with the right person, you know how to turn the sparks into a towering inferno. But sometimes you won't give people the time of day, which is mean when they really just need to know what time it is. In general, make sure you smell good."
Sounds about right. Though of course, I always smell good.
:: so said slim ( 11:55 PM )
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