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So today my friend Israel IM'd me asking if I had laundry money. I pulled down my gallon sized water bottle full filled about one twelfth full of change, dumped it out, and laboriously divided up all my change until I had separated out sixteen dollars worth of quarters. He traded ten dollars worth for two five dollar bills, we spoke briefly, and then he left.
Then a horrifying vision came to me. In which I go out with various people over my college years -- not many, and I pick a major, and he picks another, and we continue our occasional conversations which consist of basically insulting one another until one of us is embarassed into silence, and he continues with the cryptic late night messages on AIM that he sends every so often, and one day in junior year I decide that though he really isn't my type, he's actually not bad looking, and we go out, and after some progression of a relationship, live happily ever after.
Assuming we stay in Massachusetts for grad school.
And by the way, yes, I am in fact the biggest spaz in the world with an imagination far too active for my own good. In all likelihood I've yet to meet my future husband (or wife -- I'm not yet prepared to rule out that possibility). This, as yet unknown person, will probably not be named after a war torn country. I'll probably meet him/her many, many years from now, hopefully after I've learned to give superior head. And I had damn well better have the larger tits in the relationship.
Nuff said.
Now let us talk about the weather. Early this week, it was getting down to negative six degrees Fahrenheit overnight. Thankfully, it snowed about two days ago (I think? I have a hard time keeping track of days), and with the snow came a weather front providing temperatures in the upper twenties/early thirties. Funny -- at this point I'd almost call that warm. Also? The river, which I can see from my window, froze over, and now it is blanketed with snow. It's almost hard to tell that there's a river there at all. The ice that was strewn over the streets to keep them from icing over is now mostly dissolved. Snow is crunchy and white and pretty so long as it is not unduly driven over and made brown and likely to fly up on my finely ribbed corduroy pants, only to melt and stain.
God, but I'm in a wierd mood. I blame impromptu threesome porn outlines that jump out of my head at 5:30 in the morning to splat unceremoniously across AIM windows in a thoroughly unpleasant mess. Dude, I am so not cleaning up the wet spot.
And also -- I was looking at the unanswered requests to the yuletide challenge. I know have an Inigo/Fezzik pr0nbunny running though my head. It involves unduly large coital organ structures. And rhyming dialogue.
*washes brain out with lye soap*
Then a horrifying vision came to me. In which I go out with various people over my college years -- not many, and I pick a major, and he picks another, and we continue our occasional conversations which consist of basically insulting one another until one of us is embarassed into silence, and he continues with the cryptic late night messages on AIM that he sends every so often, and one day in junior year I decide that though he really isn't my type, he's actually not bad looking, and we go out, and after some progression of a relationship, live happily ever after.
Assuming we stay in Massachusetts for grad school.
And by the way, yes, I am in fact the biggest spaz in the world with an imagination far too active for my own good. In all likelihood I've yet to meet my future husband (or wife -- I'm not yet prepared to rule out that possibility). This, as yet unknown person, will probably not be named after a war torn country. I'll probably meet him/her many, many years from now, hopefully after I've learned to give superior head. And I had damn well better have the larger tits in the relationship.
Nuff said.
Now let us talk about the weather. Early this week, it was getting down to negative six degrees Fahrenheit overnight. Thankfully, it snowed about two days ago (I think? I have a hard time keeping track of days), and with the snow came a weather front providing temperatures in the upper twenties/early thirties. Funny -- at this point I'd almost call that warm. Also? The river, which I can see from my window, froze over, and now it is blanketed with snow. It's almost hard to tell that there's a river there at all. The ice that was strewn over the streets to keep them from icing over is now mostly dissolved. Snow is crunchy and white and pretty so long as it is not unduly driven over and made brown and likely to fly up on my finely ribbed corduroy pants, only to melt and stain.
God, but I'm in a wierd mood. I blame impromptu threesome porn outlines that jump out of my head at 5:30 in the morning to splat unceremoniously across AIM windows in a thoroughly unpleasant mess. Dude, I am so not cleaning up the wet spot.
And also -- I was looking at the unanswered requests to the yuletide challenge. I know have an Inigo/Fezzik pr0nbunny running though my head. It involves unduly large coital organ structures. And rhyming dialogue.
*washes brain out with lye soap*
