My plan for tommorow is as follows.
11:00 AM. Wake up. Shower. Leave the House. Remember decency laws. Clothes. Leave the house.
12:00 PM Find either henna or colorful sharpies for the Pizza Luce block party. But together an interesting and colorful costume for aformentioned event.
3:00 run down to south minneapolis to find a Kendo club that may or may not meet down there. Hit things with sticks.
5:00 back to the house. Rock climbing with Dooblecain at VE.
7:00-8:00 Back to the house again. Suit up for Pizza Luce, rock out.
Oh, and you know what, throw 'Shave the remaining three quarters of my left leg' in there somewhere. I've been shaving them in fits and starts for about two weeks now, And I've made it from the right ankle to about half way down the front of the left thigh. I've decided that razor burn actually is more attractive than fur, so I'm going to stick with it.
Fucking hell. Fucking fucker fuck. It erased my fucking update. Fuck
Okay, short version, Stop drinking you fucks, take up a god damned sport, this alchoholism thing is pissing me the fuck off. hit the fucking dance floor and work for your endorphin rush.
Second, punks, hipsters, preps, all you fucking wanks, lose the fucking uniforms!
Third, people who don't dance when an Irish band are wankers, barring only the disabled and folks who honestly don't like Irish music.
Man, I'm fucking lonely. The dance rush is starting to wear off, I've got a lovely headache... Blech. Shit. I'ma go take a shower and then hit the sheets. At some point in the future I will start soliciting hugs from the masses.
There are two kinds of people in the world. People who watch bellydancers because they want to have sex with them, and people who watch bellydancers because they have an inkling of how much muscle control goes into some of those moves and both envy and admire the skills of the dancers.
Of course, there are also people who do both, and people who get up and dance with the bellydancers, and people who don't watch bellydancers, and people who just watch bellydancers because they're something shiny and distracting, but they'd muddy up the aphorism.
11:00 AM. Wake up. Shower. Leave the House. Remember decency laws. Clothes. Leave the house.
12:00 PM Find either henna or colorful sharpies for the Pizza Luce block party. But together an interesting and colorful costume for aformentioned event.
3:00 run down to south minneapolis to find a Kendo club that may or may not meet down there. Hit things with sticks.
5:00 back to the house. Rock climbing with Dooblecain at VE.
7:00-8:00 Back to the house again. Suit up for Pizza Luce, rock out.
Oh, and you know what, throw 'Shave the remaining three quarters of my left leg' in there somewhere. I've been shaving them in fits and starts for about two weeks now, And I've made it from the right ankle to about half way down the front of the left thigh. I've decided that razor burn actually is more attractive than fur, so I'm going to stick with it.
Fucking hell. Fucking fucker fuck. It erased my fucking update. Fuck
Okay, short version, Stop drinking you fucks, take up a god damned sport, this alchoholism thing is pissing me the fuck off. hit the fucking dance floor and work for your endorphin rush.
Second, punks, hipsters, preps, all you fucking wanks, lose the fucking uniforms!
Third, people who don't dance when an Irish band are wankers, barring only the disabled and folks who honestly don't like Irish music.
Man, I'm fucking lonely. The dance rush is starting to wear off, I've got a lovely headache... Blech. Shit. I'ma go take a shower and then hit the sheets. At some point in the future I will start soliciting hugs from the masses.
There are two kinds of people in the world. People who watch bellydancers because they want to have sex with them, and people who watch bellydancers because they have an inkling of how much muscle control goes into some of those moves and both envy and admire the skills of the dancers.
Of course, there are also people who do both, and people who get up and dance with the bellydancers, and people who don't watch bellydancers, and people who just watch bellydancers because they're something shiny and distracting, but they'd muddy up the aphorism.
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crap, I should have gone.