terrakotta

I dont want somebody to love me
Just give me sex whenever I want it
Cause all I ask for is instant pleasure, instant pleasure, instant pleasure
-Rufus Wainwright

<<sigh!>> Well I am back from the Moan and Dove. I brought my father to hang with the guys, and I ended up having to scrape him off my backseat in into his house a 1/2 hour ago. He had a blast, but boy is my mom pissed! I, on the other hand, am still trying to rid my tongue of the ginger ale taste that was my prize for being the cabdriver of the night. Luckily, some people bailed, so I only had to cart a few around. ...It's actually kind of nice to be sober on a weeknight again.

You know I can't resist laughing at myself in public, so of course, when the nurse at my doctor's appointment asked when the last time I had sex was, I burst out in hysterical giggling (and scared the hell out of the nurse I'm sure). Then she asked if I wanted some complimentary condoms. I thanked her and told her I'm an optimist, taking a full bag! I added them to the ones I bought at Condom Sense in Portland last week. I apparently plan on opening a brothel. You know you're in trouble when you are terribly excited to hear your visit will include a complete breast exam. Jesus, just throw me in the cell with the Marquis de Sade and get it over with! On a nonsexual note, I got a prescription for the Nicotrol Inhaler and am now obsessing that I will become addicted to that instead! hee hee

I told my father tonight that I plan to try to quit, and as an ex-smoker, he of course wanted to offer me some advice. This is halfway through the night; score is Dad, 3 beers; me, 1 ginger ale:

DAD: Let me ask you this first.
When do you enjoy smoking the most?
ME: What do you mean?
DAD: Well what cigarette do you need the most in the day?
ME: In the morning, with my coffee.
DAD: Okay, when else?
ME: (confused) Um, after eating?
DAD: Okay, when else?
ME: (trying to figure out what he is getting at) I don't know
DAD: Come on, when else??!!
ME: Dad, you don't want to know (laughing)
DAD: Oh Jesus, you don't need a cigarette after sex. You aren't having sex.

!!!! What the hell is my life coming to that my FATHER assumes this about me???!! Incidentally, I never did figure out where he was going with that conversation. He got distracted and never finished his thought. Of course, how wonderful is THIS: he added later on that if I succeed in quitting, he will buy me something as a reward. haha I jokingly told him I wanted an I-Pod, (see last journal entry). That would be, of course, an incentive I wouldn't be able to pass up.

Okay, enough of my gutter-trash mind for tonight. What will I do with these thoughts when I go back to work and phase out of SG next month??!!

ps: The nurse took blood from me today, so I now have bruises on all of my extremities except my left leg. It's kismet that I will trip and fall on it on my way to bed tonight. Yay for obessive-compulsive bruise balancing

Also, my tongue in your cheek:

I'm the party star, I'm popular! I got my own car, I'm popular!
I'll never get caught, I'm popular!
I think if you're ready to go out with Johnny, now's the time to tell him about your one-month limit. He won't mind: he'll appreciate your fresh look on dating, and once youve dated someone else, you can date him again! I'm sure he'll like it; everyone will appreciate it; you're so novel; what a good idea; you can keep your time to yourself; you don't need a date insurance! You can go out with whoever you want to! Every boy, every boy in the whole world could be yours!
-Nada Surf, Popular