All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.
I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
social graceless x2
Company coming over tonight. We're going to have supper and watch a movie. Not only do I not have to cook, M. has informed me he doesn't mind if I don't bother getting dressed and just stay in my pj's the entire time.
This man knows me too well, I think.
Maybe I'll surprise him by.. I dunno.. combing my hair or something.
He DID ask that I don't sneak a book under the couch cushion to read during the movie. My suggestion that we can the whole movie plan and have everyone bring their own books to read after supper was not met with enthusiasm.
My disregard for conventional social gatherings is not one of my more endearing qualities, apparently.
Oh, and I'm not allowed to read DURING supper, either. pfft. And he'll wonder why I'm drunk by 8:00.
Kids go back to school on the 1st. (I think - I need to confirm). I can't wait.
I get to buy school supplies! I LOVE school supplies. Truth of the matter is I probably already have everything the kids will need and could send them fully equipped without having to buy anything. But don't tell anyone that.
I get to spend a half hour in the stationery supply aisle and there is nothing that can stop me. Besides, I always manage to hide stuff for myself in the shopping basket and hey, I did just burn a sketchbook so I have need, right?
Oh and ink - I need more ink. Don't let me forget.
editor's note: need=wanton desire in previous statement.
more later.
Sin City. That's three hours of my life I'm never getting back.
M. has lost all movie choosing privileges. For ever. And ever and ever and ever.
Not because of the movie itself so much as the length of the movie. Nevermind that I barely even know this couple that he invited over, but then to make us sit in the darkened livingroom watching tv for three hours?
I'm not exaggerating when I say that the Girl spoke less than 50 words the whole evening. That's including hellos and goodbyes. No lie. Less than 50.
I think her name was Helen. I could be wrong.
So needless to say, I'm sober. I even combed my hair. And got dressed.
..of all the nights to have not bothered..
I'm wide awake now too, to boot. Instead of beer I drank coffee. Accepted, I needed the caffeine to stay the hell awake but I'm paying for it now.
What a night.
geez.
soundtrack: Kid Rock - "Feel Like Making Love"
This man knows me too well, I think.
Maybe I'll surprise him by.. I dunno.. combing my hair or something.
He DID ask that I don't sneak a book under the couch cushion to read during the movie. My suggestion that we can the whole movie plan and have everyone bring their own books to read after supper was not met with enthusiasm.
My disregard for conventional social gatherings is not one of my more endearing qualities, apparently.
Oh, and I'm not allowed to read DURING supper, either. pfft. And he'll wonder why I'm drunk by 8:00.
Kids go back to school on the 1st. (I think - I need to confirm). I can't wait.
I get to buy school supplies! I LOVE school supplies. Truth of the matter is I probably already have everything the kids will need and could send them fully equipped without having to buy anything. But don't tell anyone that.
I get to spend a half hour in the stationery supply aisle and there is nothing that can stop me. Besides, I always manage to hide stuff for myself in the shopping basket and hey, I did just burn a sketchbook so I have need, right?
Oh and ink - I need more ink. Don't let me forget.
editor's note: need=wanton desire in previous statement.
more later.
Sin City. That's three hours of my life I'm never getting back.
M. has lost all movie choosing privileges. For ever. And ever and ever and ever.
Not because of the movie itself so much as the length of the movie. Nevermind that I barely even know this couple that he invited over, but then to make us sit in the darkened livingroom watching tv for three hours?
I'm not exaggerating when I say that the Girl spoke less than 50 words the whole evening. That's including hellos and goodbyes. No lie. Less than 50.
I think her name was Helen. I could be wrong.
So needless to say, I'm sober. I even combed my hair. And got dressed.
..of all the nights to have not bothered..
I'm wide awake now too, to boot. Instead of beer I drank coffee. Accepted, I needed the caffeine to stay the hell awake but I'm paying for it now.
What a night.
geez.
soundtrack: Kid Rock - "Feel Like Making Love"
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