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2003-06-04 - 12:11 p.m. go shorty, it's your birthday - 50 cent hey, remember what i said about keeping matt in bed all day? well, it's pretty hard when the phone keeps ringing with the well wishers. i think it's important that i answer the phone on such an occasion. it just seems rude not to. last night i got looped. we did the usual way making down main st. and i know that i tripped once on the sidewalk. all i really remember was all of us laughing hysterically, and standing in the middle of the dance floor at paddy's with my tongue down matts throat. according to la liz, i had my hand down his pants as well. lovely. i remember getting home, matt pulling my boxers down, and passing out. we put our nudity to good use this morning, and i had him in bed til like 10, so that was pretty good. first my mom called, then patches, mando & the artist, jesus, michelle, etc, etc. i'm just starting to realize that this bday is a big deal to people. i know that people love and care about me. i've got a wonderful family, and great fucking friends, but not all of them call every year. and that's totally fine. i don't call everybody i know on their bdays either. but 30 is like a special occasion i guess. i was a little surprised by the volume, but now i get it, you know? kinda rad. i'm pretty happy right now. yeah. i'm not always happy with everything in my life (who is?), and there's so much stuff i could improve about myself, but when i really think about it, things are pretty damn good. uh....yeah...i'm embarrassing myself... how 'bout those (insert something that interests you here)? oh i know, i taped the real world last night, and watched most of it this morning. seeing what i have so far, i have two things, no, make that three things to say: 1) leah, with love, don't be a dumb girl. why do girls do that? put all their cards on the table and put themselves at an extreme disadvantage? two life lessons derived from pop culture: "hand" from seinfeld. it's all about who's got "hand", dear leah. when you give the "hand" away? well, there's no excuse for that. and b) kenny rogers summed it up best in "the gambler", know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run. again, sweet leah, know when to hold 'em. there'll be time enough for countin' when the dealing's done. 2) adam, with annoyance, grow up! so mallory doesn't like you, and you act like a fucking little baby? uh, yeah, that oughta bring her running. doubt it! he said something like he improves the lives of his friends back home. i'm sure he does...as long as he gets his way. he just gave himself away, right there. he's boldly proclaiming: if i don't get my way, watch out. i'm a big crybaby. nobody likes a crybaby, adam. c'mon! where do they find these people? as the son of a commodore, he should know to take it easy. easy like a sunday morning... 3) ace, with lust, i too will jump on the i want in your pants bandwagon. you're fucking hot. you seem sweet, and your accent is boner inducing. however, it all seems a little too good to be true. i have a feeling we'll see the dark side eventually. everyone's got one. also, for someone who just wants everyone to get along, why didn't you tell adam to fucking kick back when he was wigging on leah? he's basically calling you a god, and saying you'd never go for a chick like leah, and HELLO!, you're sitting right there! what's the matter, hon, cat got your tongue? or was that just the pussy way of letting adam unwittingly do your dirty work for you? also, for the whole aw shucks kinda vibe, walking your fine ass around naked is very modest. bravo. not that i'm obssessed or anything. yeah... later. |
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