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Last night was yummy and surprising. My dad took me out to my favorite Thai place, where I met up with our friend Catherine, the nice lady that took me to New Orleans and prefers to fuck black guys because they're hung better than the rest (her words, not mine). She is one of my personal heroes. Fortunately, she hasn't divulged that sort of information to my father (at least not in front of me, thank god); that's what trips to New Orleans are for. We're going to get together this weekend and go to the Houston International Festival, if it's not nasty out. So this was good.
I had delicious pad thai for dinner, and a fresh mango with sticky rice and coconut cream for dessert. My belly is happy.
After dinner I went to this little place called Catbirds and had a beer with some of the Houston boys, MeNotYou, link, and LastEve. They are such nice guys! So, here I am, with two weeks left until I get out of here, and I finally find people to go see movies with me!
The best thing ever happened before my good dinner and beer, though; I called a certain woman and had a lovely conversation. It made my day to talk to her again; I can't wait to get back home!
After dinner and drinks I couldn't fall asleep for the life of me. I can't keep doing this every night. Somehow, though it was well after 4 am when I fell asleep, I woke up at 9:30.
Watching: Woody Allen's "Zelig"
Listening: Nina Simone, Irma Thomas, Loretta Lynn, Patsy Cline, Ella Fitzgerald (I had a dream last night that I was singing Tenderly)
Reading: Drinking Coffee Elsewhere by ZZ Packer
Last night was yummy and surprising. My dad took me out to my favorite Thai place, where I met up with our friend Catherine, the nice lady that took me to New Orleans and prefers to fuck black guys because they're hung better than the rest (her words, not mine). She is one of my personal heroes. Fortunately, she hasn't divulged that sort of information to my father (at least not in front of me, thank god); that's what trips to New Orleans are for. We're going to get together this weekend and go to the Houston International Festival, if it's not nasty out. So this was good.
I had delicious pad thai for dinner, and a fresh mango with sticky rice and coconut cream for dessert. My belly is happy.
After dinner I went to this little place called Catbirds and had a beer with some of the Houston boys, MeNotYou, link, and LastEve. They are such nice guys! So, here I am, with two weeks left until I get out of here, and I finally find people to go see movies with me!
The best thing ever happened before my good dinner and beer, though; I called a certain woman and had a lovely conversation. It made my day to talk to her again; I can't wait to get back home!
After dinner and drinks I couldn't fall asleep for the life of me. I can't keep doing this every night. Somehow, though it was well after 4 am when I fell asleep, I woke up at 9:30.
Watching: Woody Allen's "Zelig"
Listening: Nina Simone, Irma Thomas, Loretta Lynn, Patsy Cline, Ella Fitzgerald (I had a dream last night that I was singing Tenderly)
Reading: Drinking Coffee Elsewhere by ZZ Packer
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Show cops your boobies, tell them who you work for and you will never get a ticket again I promise you. They are yours so you may as well utilize them to get you out of sticky situations with the law. You actually don't have to show them the entire boobie, just a small hint of sultriness will usually cloud the mind of the weak. Like the "BoobI mind trick" Just wave the boob and say "You don't want to give me that ticket, i'm not the speeder you are looking for" and BAM you have a clean driving record.