Okay, big shout out to the Kappy's Liquors cashier who told me that my license picture (long hair) made me look my age, but that my serial-killer-cropped-mess (current hairdoo) makes me look like I'm in my early twenties! I love you, Kappy Lady! 
Like a good American, I went to a BBQ today (Cuervo and pasta salad, my contribution, in hand) and like the neurotic (and apparently, unapologetically sexual) girl that I've turned into these past few months, I explained to a friend I hadn't seen in while what a "dixie cup" is. A dixie cup (taken from In the Cut) is a person who you have sex with and toss (well, unless it's a particularly HARDY dixie cup... in that case, you might reuse it a few times, just to feel like a good environmentalist). Extended metaphor there. Anyhow, she was appalled that I could even consider such a situation. Then I told an anecdote about a girl I met at Diva's who was so drunk she split her jeans, then proceeded to scream "Can you see my muffin??!!" at total strangers. I still think the incident was a riot but the friend was horrified and left to toss a football. Chaucer would have loved it!
Okay, gotta get this oral fixation under control. If I drink any more margaritas and smoke any more cigarettes, I'll never be able to get on a regular food & sleep schedule when I go back to work in September. . . . Eh, f*ck it: I have two more months of lechery and sloth left. I will revel in it!
Any interesting love or lust stories to tell? I need to live vicariously through you
Like a good American, I went to a BBQ today (Cuervo and pasta salad, my contribution, in hand) and like the neurotic (and apparently, unapologetically sexual) girl that I've turned into these past few months, I explained to a friend I hadn't seen in while what a "dixie cup" is. A dixie cup (taken from In the Cut) is a person who you have sex with and toss (well, unless it's a particularly HARDY dixie cup... in that case, you might reuse it a few times, just to feel like a good environmentalist). Extended metaphor there. Anyhow, she was appalled that I could even consider such a situation. Then I told an anecdote about a girl I met at Diva's who was so drunk she split her jeans, then proceeded to scream "Can you see my muffin??!!" at total strangers. I still think the incident was a riot but the friend was horrified and left to toss a football. Chaucer would have loved it!
Okay, gotta get this oral fixation under control. If I drink any more margaritas and smoke any more cigarettes, I'll never be able to get on a regular food & sleep schedule when I go back to work in September. . . . Eh, f*ck it: I have two more months of lechery and sloth left. I will revel in it!
Any interesting love or lust stories to tell? I need to live vicariously through you
...or I should say your journal in general
[Edited on Jul 04, 2005 12:51AM]