Well, I suppose it could have been worse. The math GRE, I mean. I have absolutely no idea how I did. I could have done worse than the last time I took it. I really don't know. I do know, however, what letter is not topologially homeomorphic to the letter C. It was funny, dunx and I were the only people there for the math test. They put us in with the physics, chem and (I think) english lit people. There were only a dozen or so people in the room.
Rock.
You know what love is? Love is when someone is brushing their teeth, takes their toothbrush out of their mouth to brush your teeth with it for you, and then goes back to brushing their own teeth. Later, they kiss you on the mouth after you've puked in the gutter.
Today is my birthday. I remember last year on my birthday dunx bought me dinner at Portland City Grill and then we went back to the library to work on our thesies for a few hours. Thesises? I don't know. Then we went to the Horsebrass and drank carbombs. It was a mellow Sunday. He probably shaved my legs for me, too, because I hate doing it and it was my birthday. What a gentleman. The year before that was a bit more wheels-off. I celebrated most on the day before my birthday, a Thursday. A late Thursday in the math lounge with lots of drinking and playing Apples to Apples, one of the best games ever invented. Heh, that was the night that Doyle rolled up his pant legs and declared himself to have impromptu shorts. That was fucking awesome. My actual birthday, that Friday, wasn't quite so cool. Saturday was pretty awesome, though. Barcrawl! It was awesome. I drank a lot of gin and tonic. I don't think I got teh secks either year, though. The crazy year my boyfriend was broken, and last year I was without a boy. Having dunx shave your legs is kinda like sex, though. I'm sure it's better than having sex with, say, everyone in the entire world save 5 people, and I only say so many because I haven't met everyone. It's certainly more attractive than everyone but about 5 people. Maybe I can con him into it again this year.
I don't know what Monday will bring, but I'm pretty sure it's going to involve italian food and Sin City.
Now it's bedtime.
Rock.
You know what love is? Love is when someone is brushing their teeth, takes their toothbrush out of their mouth to brush your teeth with it for you, and then goes back to brushing their own teeth. Later, they kiss you on the mouth after you've puked in the gutter.
Today is my birthday. I remember last year on my birthday dunx bought me dinner at Portland City Grill and then we went back to the library to work on our thesies for a few hours. Thesises? I don't know. Then we went to the Horsebrass and drank carbombs. It was a mellow Sunday. He probably shaved my legs for me, too, because I hate doing it and it was my birthday. What a gentleman. The year before that was a bit more wheels-off. I celebrated most on the day before my birthday, a Thursday. A late Thursday in the math lounge with lots of drinking and playing Apples to Apples, one of the best games ever invented. Heh, that was the night that Doyle rolled up his pant legs and declared himself to have impromptu shorts. That was fucking awesome. My actual birthday, that Friday, wasn't quite so cool. Saturday was pretty awesome, though. Barcrawl! It was awesome. I drank a lot of gin and tonic. I don't think I got teh secks either year, though. The crazy year my boyfriend was broken, and last year I was without a boy. Having dunx shave your legs is kinda like sex, though. I'm sure it's better than having sex with, say, everyone in the entire world save 5 people, and I only say so many because I haven't met everyone. It's certainly more attractive than everyone but about 5 people. Maybe I can con him into it again this year.
I don't know what Monday will bring, but I'm pretty sure it's going to involve italian food and Sin City.
Now it's bedtime.
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You're beautiful. I mean, I don't REALLY know you, so maybe you're ugly as hell on the inside. But on the outside you're devastatingly gorgeous, and I always meant to tell you that in person, but I never did. Plus, who wants to say shit like that when there's skeeball and cheese fries to be dominated? In any case, you're quite lovely and beautiful and I'm glad that you're that way.
Take care
LM