flux

I know, I dropped you off my list on purpose last night because you pissed me off. Email me if you really want to talk about this.

Love you too, hon!

Damn. 1/2 hour, this time.

The only piercing I had was done by a friend when I was eighteen. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, and she did it with a sewing needle and a bagel. Needless to say, it got infected and reamined so for, oh, two years. I nearly got my navel done, but it was the same kind of situation -- friend, needle, a hunk of bread or pastry or something -- and it seemed to me that an infected navel would be far worse than an infected earlobe. Yesterday I was parading around the apartment with a twisty tie twisted around to look like a hoop and clipped to my septum. Everyone laughed and laughed, and I thought they were simply surprised at how punk I could be. Then I looked in the mirror and realized that I had a twisty tie shoved in my nose. I am tragically unhip.

When I was a teenager, I got in a fight with this uber-manly guy who had a pirate hoop in his left ear. I tried to yank the ring out, but it's actually harder than you think. My finger got caught in the ring (which hurt), he squealed, I squealed, and we ran around in circles for a couple of minutes trying to get away from each other. Everyone laughed and laughed. In retrospect, I was tragically unhip then, too.

Te amo.

That's all, carry on.

That is totally the way it is for me!

i was at the brookstone store in the local mall today playing with that very massager and i must say....the chair was better.

I am going to do terrible, terrible things to you while you sleep.

I wonder if any of the girls do. You all must get hundreds a day, plus some. That would drive me up a wall...

Email is as the dawning of the Sun. It always pops up when it's least expected and least welcome.

*Zen Ninja Pose*

you said: BUY THIS BOOK.

flux, if you also have the the chicago manual of style,

we simply must make babies.

and we can read the sturgis standard code of parliamentary procedure for afters.

xxxooo

I think that just changed my entire perspective on life.

Imaginary Boy

what?? come again.why cant i say that??i was just like speechless is all couldnt put into words correctly about how her pics made me feel.

I was going to ask you to marry me, but I was going to take you someplace romantic first.

I am pretty sure that I would have listed the same criteria for being my friend, although I would have added "within five minutes of meeting me, make me feel as though I have known you my entire life and could tell you anything." most of my best friends fall into that category first and one of the others second. it takes me a little while (okay, years sometimes) to decide whether someone is funny or a genius. sometimes, though, I just know immediately, bypassing all other criteria.

Uh huh, someone doesn't like being popular. Oh well, as you wish. *Begins fucking off into the distance* Oh and I love sugar too. Its all sweet and stuff.

Where?

bah, i wasn't insulting you, merely pointing out the error of my original reasoning because i know you well enough to know what you would like you fascist you.

baha, the truth has reared its ugly head....