You walk upstairs in the nude to put peanut oil on your hand but suddenly you realize that one of your parents didn't go to work that day.
Will someone please tell me the evolutionary purpose behind the shy bladder?
Sunday night at the state fair I put down my 12 dollar bucket of cookies on a table in order to buy a t-shirt and then left to see the Gear Daddies concert with Whitney and her friends at the grandstand, leaving the FULL bucket of cookies behind. I got a little worried as the night progressed because I can't seem to go anywhere without seeing someone I know and I hadn't seen anyone yet, but I was not let down. Then I almost learned how to drive a stick shift, though, since I was the only one not drunk. I never got to visit the art building. or see the giant boot.
On the morning of the trip to the fair I awoke on Whitney's couch because sometimes couches in well-furnished houses are so welcmoing when the party from the night before ends with you talking to the hostess alone until 5:30 a.m. about nothing and everything. The Party: Swedish horseshoes and faux-strip Simpsons Jeopardy and Guesstures and screwdrivers as big as your head and rum St. James (what Hemmingway drank when he wrote didn't you know) doesn't faze you at all and whose idea was it to start watching Requiem for a Dream at a party? Just before the couch crashing there is the receiving of freely given hugs and terms of endearment. What's neat about not really having expectations is that you're almost always surprised by the smallest things.
I have no desire to be loved or understood by the masses when one person is all one really needs. no matter how brief.
That same day I drove to a small, one-room comic book convention in a hotel where, amidst the smelly old comics, the smelly old men with glasses admitted to having a new favorite pornstar.
I purposefully got lost while driving home only to discover that I was never really lost in the first place.
Since it's currently available:
Susie, Whitney's harp-playing & Russian-teaching housemate before she got sloshed beyond comprehension, and Hannah.
Will someone please tell me the evolutionary purpose behind the shy bladder?
Sunday night at the state fair I put down my 12 dollar bucket of cookies on a table in order to buy a t-shirt and then left to see the Gear Daddies concert with Whitney and her friends at the grandstand, leaving the FULL bucket of cookies behind. I got a little worried as the night progressed because I can't seem to go anywhere without seeing someone I know and I hadn't seen anyone yet, but I was not let down. Then I almost learned how to drive a stick shift, though, since I was the only one not drunk. I never got to visit the art building. or see the giant boot.
On the morning of the trip to the fair I awoke on Whitney's couch because sometimes couches in well-furnished houses are so welcmoing when the party from the night before ends with you talking to the hostess alone until 5:30 a.m. about nothing and everything. The Party: Swedish horseshoes and faux-strip Simpsons Jeopardy and Guesstures and screwdrivers as big as your head and rum St. James (what Hemmingway drank when he wrote didn't you know) doesn't faze you at all and whose idea was it to start watching Requiem for a Dream at a party? Just before the couch crashing there is the receiving of freely given hugs and terms of endearment. What's neat about not really having expectations is that you're almost always surprised by the smallest things.
I have no desire to be loved or understood by the masses when one person is all one really needs. no matter how brief.
That same day I drove to a small, one-room comic book convention in a hotel where, amidst the smelly old comics, the smelly old men with glasses admitted to having a new favorite pornstar.
I purposefully got lost while driving home only to discover that I was never really lost in the first place.
Since it's currently available:
Susie, Whitney's harp-playing & Russian-teaching housemate before she got sloshed beyond comprehension, and Hannah.
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comicking:
I never made it to the Fair, or Ren Fest, or anything this year. I know a friend that is going to Ren Fest Monday, but I am choosing to stay home and vegetate. I'm not looking forward to the next couple of weeks or so.
thejuanupsman:
I have not been to the state fair in years. I miss those cookies. And the cheese curds.