imwithjonas's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Not so Eventful Not so EventfulI predict that this entry will be totally random, but I feel like typing, so I don't much care. From what I understand, someone's car is on fire in the parking deck right now. You can hear fire alarms all over campus. Apparently there's just thick, black smoke billowing from that hapless student's vehicle. I bet whoever it belongs to is going to be pissed. I haven't said much of anything about St. Patty in a long time. As you may recall, I hated him for some time. Well, I didn't so much hate him as I hated the fact that he hated me. Kudos if you could follow that sentence. Anyhoo, we're on pretty good terms again now. We aren't stuck to each other like siamese twins anymore, but we hang out some times. Also, he's been quite generous lately. Just yesterday he gave me a whole $10 worth of gas. On that note, sex is a wonderful thing. If you don't see how that's connected to the previous paragraph, you must not have been paying attention for the last couple weeks. Shame on you. FAMILY GUY MAKES A TRIUMPHANT RETURN TO FOX THIS SUNDAY AT 8 P.M. (CENTRAL)!!!!!!! You have no idea how thrilled I am. I mean, there are reasons to be excited, and then there are reason to be damp in the panties, wired for weeks in advance excited. The return of Family Guy is one of the latter. Speaking of damp in the panties, not only was Ben Folds on Conan last night, but some random twist of fate meant that I actually got to see it. Every once in a while something happens that I could almost believe to be less than coincidental. I think I'll just chalk this one up to karma though. Oh, karma, how I love thee. Anyway, Ben played "Landed." I would say it was orgasmic, but I have to compare it to the concert I actually saw. So, it was more of a really-close-but-not-quite-enough-to-get-off experience. Plus, I was still way too afterglow-y to be having any television induced orgasms. Granted, in the state I was in it wouldn't have taken much physical stimulation, but some would have been necessary. A week ago Babs hosted her crazy feminine sexuality discussion. I missed a few bits and pieces because I was busy writing a shitty review for the shitty school paper. I think it was perfectly acceptable that I quietly left the room when Babs launched into a discussion of safe oral sex, then looked at me and laughed. That dirty bitch. Afterward the four of us (Babs, Ms. Beauty Queen, Black Male Sex Expert [BMSE], and me) planned our next meeting. I believe it's something about "chips, coke, and condoms." And coke as in Coca Cola (or similar beverage, I personally much prefer sweet, sweet Pepsi), not the drug you smartass. Anyway, we're all bringing random crazy condoms to play with. I totally should have asked for one of the warming whatever Trojans last night. Sigh. Oh well, they have much better uses than being pawed at in a meeting. In the course of the after-discussion discussion, BMSE started some explanation of how for guys there is an actual difference between the act of cumming and having an orgasm. "An orgasm is actually a full body experience as opposed to cumming," yada yada yada. At least one of the other people was all, "Wow, I didn't know that." I was all, "Yeah, totally knew that." Babs was all, "Yeah, Megan's fuck buddy doesn't alwa-" and I interrupted with something inane. As I've mentioned before, I'm totally fine with intimate details of my life in all aspects, including my sex life, being here on the happy, anonymous internet. In face-to-face conversation, I tend to freak out just a little. I mean, I can laugh it off and pretend like I don't care, but some part of me does vaguely care. The rest is just like, "Well, it's true. Don't do it if you don't like hearing that you did it." That rational part of my mind really fucking pisses me off some days. In other news, I look totally cute today. I'm wearing my white peasant skirt and my green with white writing "Everyone loves and Irish Girl," t-shirt. If I could actually find two hair bands, I'd do the apparently super hot pig tails thing. One day I was quite bored and Babs suggested that I start a list of reasons I'm going to hell. I think I'll start sticking one of those at the end of each post. One of my favorites from that original list was:
With that, I bid you all a fantastic rest of today. You're on your own for all time following that. 9:23 a.m. - April 27, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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