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Oh, and I saw Sue!
Nov. 21st, 2008 09:18 amWARNING: Ashley and I are in negotiations to coordinate a booty-short night. I suspect Katie may get dragged into the mess. You have been warned. Threat level is currently at pumpkin.
Last night it was pointed out to me, partially through words and partially through action/observation, that I am a walled-off wall of wall. I knew I was grumpy, but it took seeing a friend interacting with strangers to realize how different I was acting. Granted, more often than not my response to the topic of conversation is caught between "hey look at the zipper that goes down the middle of her ass - I want one" and "OhmygodIdon'tcare." While I talked with my friends, babbling about everything from politics and the economy to the music and venue (exposure was really fun last night), with my less-close friends I sort of stood there for a bit, maybe even touched or held someone, but generally just stood there watching people before wandering off. It feels natural to me, but I'm not sure how I would react to it if someone was doing that to me. Other people talked, MADE conversation, asked questions to give the other person an opportunity to talk.
Not saying I'm going to act different, but it's good to know what I'm doing. I would see me as unapproachable. I might be. Walling wall of wall. Those fucking fuckers.
Ah this feels good. Staying out until 2 led me to sleeping in to 7am. Now I'm sipping in Murky, typing this, city paper in front of me, and nothing, nothing, nothing to do. It feels good, it smells good, it tastes good. Gym clothes in the car for my wussy cardio workout on the way home, my only work for today other than packing for my weekend of baltiwhoring. Right now the latte is done, and I'm not sure what I'm getting next but I'm staying here for hours (or I could) and I'll have a $5 hot chocolate eventually - I'm holding off on that climax.
PS the hot cocoa is not anywhere near the $5 (though artfully cocoa is quite fucking amazing, fucking fucker amazing). I guess I could have the $5 hot cocoa, cool down a little and wait a while before working my way back up to another $5 hot cocoa later. Then a nap. Yeah, it's like that. I wonder if the # of calories I burn doing 30 minutes of cardio is exactly the same as the $5 hot cocoa. If I drank it while on the machines I might open a doorway into another string, like if we bounced a tachyon beam off the main deflector dish...
I spent a substantial chunk of my private retirement funds on citibank stock at what I thought was the bottom, $30. It's now under $5 a pop.
Last night it was pointed out to me, partially through words and partially through action/observation, that I am a walled-off wall of wall. I knew I was grumpy, but it took seeing a friend interacting with strangers to realize how different I was acting. Granted, more often than not my response to the topic of conversation is caught between "hey look at the zipper that goes down the middle of her ass - I want one" and "OhmygodIdon'tcare." While I talked with my friends, babbling about everything from politics and the economy to the music and venue (exposure was really fun last night), with my less-close friends I sort of stood there for a bit, maybe even touched or held someone, but generally just stood there watching people before wandering off. It feels natural to me, but I'm not sure how I would react to it if someone was doing that to me. Other people talked, MADE conversation, asked questions to give the other person an opportunity to talk.
Not saying I'm going to act different, but it's good to know what I'm doing. I would see me as unapproachable. I might be. Walling wall of wall. Those fucking fuckers.
Ah this feels good. Staying out until 2 led me to sleeping in to 7am. Now I'm sipping in Murky, typing this, city paper in front of me, and nothing, nothing, nothing to do. It feels good, it smells good, it tastes good. Gym clothes in the car for my wussy cardio workout on the way home, my only work for today other than packing for my weekend of baltiwhoring. Right now the latte is done, and I'm not sure what I'm getting next but I'm staying here for hours (or I could) and I'll have a $5 hot chocolate eventually - I'm holding off on that climax.
PS the hot cocoa is not anywhere near the $5 (though artfully cocoa is quite fucking amazing, fucking fucker amazing). I guess I could have the $5 hot cocoa, cool down a little and wait a while before working my way back up to another $5 hot cocoa later. Then a nap. Yeah, it's like that. I wonder if the # of calories I burn doing 30 minutes of cardio is exactly the same as the $5 hot cocoa. If I drank it while on the machines I might open a doorway into another string, like if we bounced a tachyon beam off the main deflector dish...
I spent a substantial chunk of my private retirement funds on citibank stock at what I thought was the bottom, $30. It's now under $5 a pop.
