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2003-02-24 - 1:33 p.m. it's a beautiful day - U2 i took la liz with to the gym this morning. my stomach still hurts from all the laughing. she regaled me with tales of her recent sexcapades. i couldn't even begin to explain it, so, whatever. i swear to buddah, she's the funniest person i've ever known. well, her, and my cousin georgie from montebello. the deal is she regales me, then i answer her gay sex questions. or, SOME of her questions. when i won't answer, she tickles me til i do. have i ever mentioned i'm like super ticklish? it's horrible. i'm the geek who is flinching as soon as you bring your hand close. in my defense, i swear it's like i can feel it even before actual contact has been made. anyway... it's funny what people wonder about. it's actually even funnier what people assume, or make up when they don't know the truth. when i was in high school, i had two gal pals of mine ask me what guys did when they were in the bathroom, and they had to piss, AND take a dump. i remember not understanding the question initially, so i asked what they meant exactly. the answer is so funny, but, it makes sense too...sorta. they thought that we (guys) stood up for the pissing, then, sat down for the crapping. two seperate transactions (is transactions the correct word?). so, after some prodding, i explained about the tucking the dick down into the bowl thing, and they were like, "ewwwww". funny, right? you'll have to excuse my rambling. i was up way too early this morning. i tried to ignore matt's poking, but, once he started in with the earlobe thing, well, forget it. so, we were in the shower by 7am. the first day of my vacation, and i'm showering at 7. this better not be a trend. i'd sooner chop it off than be up that early everyday. tomorrow, i need to do the little last minute stuff, like: pack, go to the drug store to buy film, tylenol, travel toothbrushes, etc. why didn't i do that today? what fun would that be? i had a smoothie with la liz at the gym, and since i got home, i've been contemplating lunch (i'm leaning towards soup), and just put some clothes in the machine. besides that, i'm downloading songs from kazzaa for my sanfrandisco mix cd, and half assedly responding to emails from friends who i should've written back to eons ago. i suck at that, dude. seriously. "the artist" wrote me like a week ago, and my homegirl cynthia sent word from sweden like two weeks ago, and i haven't gotten it up to respond to either. i suck. la liz and "the artist" are in constant contact. she wants to go with matt and i next time we go down to see them. i'm thinking april. i want to make matt something good for dinner, but, i have no idea what. i know i've mentioned before, i'm a so-so cook. as long as i don't get too fancy, i'm cool. i want to make something...hearty. it's been really cold, and it's supposed to rain. everytime i feel cold, i'm reminded of a member of our dland familia. basically, it's just that no matter how cold i am, it's fucking really, really, really cold where he is, and how i could never handle the cold in his neck of the woods. nevertheless, i'm pretty gosh darn cold. however wimpy MY cold may be. so, something to warm matt up, before i warm matt up (grrrr). yeah, lame-o. later |
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