I was checking her checking me out. After sitting down with her over a table of spent beers and vestigal jagers shots, we had a fluid conversation on things including, but not limited to: Mandy Patankin, Halloween, Jedi Knights, and the general nuances of running in a small, yet thriving social circle. She used my name at the beginning or end of almost every sentence. By 2am we were sitting in my bed watching The Simpsons.
In between the opening couch gag and "Finklestein" she asks, "Did you kiss a guy tonight?"
"No, I think he more or less kissed me."
"That's cool, very metrosexual."
"Yeah, I forgot about it until you mentioned it. It's funny how gay men love to kiss or try to kiss straight boys."
"Hey what's this?", she picks a concatenate of electrical tape from the sheets.
"Oh, that's from your roommate's Halloween costume.", I add in a polite, yet deadpan tone.
"What was she doing in your bed?"
"What are you doing in my bed?"
"Watching The Simpsons.
"Oh."
Cut to: NOW
I'm watching the ABC special "Jesus, Mary, and Da Vinci". It's a documentary inspired by the success of Dan Brown's fictional work, "The DaVinci Code". It's funny to see how much attention this stuff is getting now. I read "Holy Blood, Holy Grail" over three years ago and was raising hell about these type of theories. But most people thought it was fanatic. Now, my mom's even read "The DaVinci Code" and concedes some of the arguments. All in all, I'm happy to have light shed on the subject, for it certainly warrants further scrutiny. But I hope more people read further, like "Holy Blood, Holy Grail", which is the "founding father" of this theory.
Ah, you fucking got to love the Templars. If I could go back to any moment in time, it would be to the height of culture in the Temple of Solomon.
I got a package from my mom today including: 24 pairs of white socks, a pair of black loafers, three pairs of boxer briefs, a "cute kitty" calender, a bag of pfeffernussen, and a sweater that she knitted herself. I have a super-mom.
Also, I was in a cab last night and the driver, who was from the Ivory Coast, was smacking away on kat and I cajoled him into selling me some. It didn't do much for me, but I had a few beers under the belt by that time anyway. I'm very curious. That and absynthe are about the last substances I want to experiment with before I'm done.
I had chinese food and this was my fortune:
"Your life is like a kaleidiscope.
Lucky Numbers: 20, 24, 25, 27, 39, 46"
In between the opening couch gag and "Finklestein" she asks, "Did you kiss a guy tonight?"
"No, I think he more or less kissed me."
"That's cool, very metrosexual."
"Yeah, I forgot about it until you mentioned it. It's funny how gay men love to kiss or try to kiss straight boys."
"Hey what's this?", she picks a concatenate of electrical tape from the sheets.
"Oh, that's from your roommate's Halloween costume.", I add in a polite, yet deadpan tone.
"What was she doing in your bed?"
"What are you doing in my bed?"
"Watching The Simpsons.
"Oh."
Cut to: NOW
I'm watching the ABC special "Jesus, Mary, and Da Vinci". It's a documentary inspired by the success of Dan Brown's fictional work, "The DaVinci Code". It's funny to see how much attention this stuff is getting now. I read "Holy Blood, Holy Grail" over three years ago and was raising hell about these type of theories. But most people thought it was fanatic. Now, my mom's even read "The DaVinci Code" and concedes some of the arguments. All in all, I'm happy to have light shed on the subject, for it certainly warrants further scrutiny. But I hope more people read further, like "Holy Blood, Holy Grail", which is the "founding father" of this theory.
Ah, you fucking got to love the Templars. If I could go back to any moment in time, it would be to the height of culture in the Temple of Solomon.
I got a package from my mom today including: 24 pairs of white socks, a pair of black loafers, three pairs of boxer briefs, a "cute kitty" calender, a bag of pfeffernussen, and a sweater that she knitted herself. I have a super-mom.
Also, I was in a cab last night and the driver, who was from the Ivory Coast, was smacking away on kat and I cajoled him into selling me some. It didn't do much for me, but I had a few beers under the belt by that time anyway. I'm very curious. That and absynthe are about the last substances I want to experiment with before I'm done.
I had chinese food and this was my fortune:
"Your life is like a kaleidiscope.
Lucky Numbers: 20, 24, 25, 27, 39, 46"
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and watchign the simpsons on a guys bed is one of the most erotic things you can do