Weekend Update
Aug. 22nd, 2005 10:09 amOof. I think "oof" properly sums it up.
Well, okay, fine. Have it your way.
Friday afternoon, I figured I'd go check out the Transit Museum at Grand Central, as I always see ads for it on the Subway, and "I've always wanted to do that/go there, but..." is no longer my life motto. COULD NOT FIND THE TRANSIT MUSEUM. Honestly. Upstairs, downstairs, left and right. Checked multiple maps trying to find it. Started wondering if at some point I had imagined its existence. Defeated, caught a train home and once again did not clean my room. But I finished watching the first season of Fushigi Yugi.
Saturday I tooled around Jersey and got very very lost. But it was fun! Saw lots of places I'd like to come back and visit, and finally found my lady doc up in Summit.
Saturday night, went to
wangch61's Blackout party. Apparently there are incriminating photos. Shit. Had much booze, met some new lj people. Danced with
prettykate, and
caracarn's gf joined us. No one else did. Total sausage fest. Pickup line of the night:
wangch61's roommate Mullen to me - "Your tits look great in that dress!" Smoooooooth. No wonder he got to wear the day-glo green pimp hat. I require glow stick reparations.*
Crashed at
prettykate's, and woke up early to go hiking con
zuppy28 and friend. Hiking was fun and murderous. But I did it! Hungover! Go me! Only slightly sunburned on shoulders, but that means today I match my fuschia skirt. Who needs jewelry?!
Got to chat with
pyrobovaphiliac on the phone for a bit this weekend, which is good. Didn't spend a lot of money, which is also good so I can save for class and vacation. Despite being incredibly tired today, had a really fun weekend in a line of fun weekends that should hopefully continue indefinitely (or at least until I say "THAT'S IT! NO MORE FUN! YOU KNOW WHAT'S FUN? BED! MM, BED!").
And now, if I put that mannequin from the prop closet at my desk, maybe no one will notice I'm grabbing a nap downstairs in the bathroom or something. Hmmmm...
*In his defense, my tits** DID look great, and I believe I successfully went through the night without a Tara Reid moment. Go me.
**Let's talk semantics for a moment. I do not have tits. Tits is such a cute little word, and should only be applied to cute little breasts. I got boobs. They get in the way and they look nice if they choose to, like my hair. I put up with the big wobbly parasites because they garner me attention and the occasional comic book discount.
Well, okay, fine. Have it your way.
Friday afternoon, I figured I'd go check out the Transit Museum at Grand Central, as I always see ads for it on the Subway, and "I've always wanted to do that/go there, but..." is no longer my life motto. COULD NOT FIND THE TRANSIT MUSEUM. Honestly. Upstairs, downstairs, left and right. Checked multiple maps trying to find it. Started wondering if at some point I had imagined its existence. Defeated, caught a train home and once again did not clean my room. But I finished watching the first season of Fushigi Yugi.
Saturday I tooled around Jersey and got very very lost. But it was fun! Saw lots of places I'd like to come back and visit, and finally found my lady doc up in Summit.
Saturday night, went to
Crashed at
Got to chat with
And now, if I put that mannequin from the prop closet at my desk, maybe no one will notice I'm grabbing a nap downstairs in the bathroom or something. Hmmmm...
*In his defense, my tits** DID look great, and I believe I successfully went through the night without a Tara Reid moment. Go me.
**Let's talk semantics for a moment. I do not have tits. Tits is such a cute little word, and should only be applied to cute little breasts. I got boobs. They get in the way and they look nice if they choose to, like my hair. I put up with the big wobbly parasites because they garner me attention and the occasional comic book discount.
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Date: 2005-08-22 03:11 pm (UTC)"**Let's talk semantics for a moment. I do not have tits. Tits is such a cute little word, and should only be applied to cute little breasts. I got boobs. They get in the way and they look nice if they choose to, like my hair. I put up with the big wobbly parasites because they garner me attention and the occasional comic book discount."
I had a full on head ache from staring at your forehead. The price i pay for being a gentleman.....well...for the most part i was a gentleman...i did have the occasional slip up with the flash light.
I bet those bad boys can get a discount at any comic shop in america.
Best..dicount...ever
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Date: 2005-08-22 03:51 pm (UTC)However, "boobies" are little boobs, like mine, and "boobs" are big, like yours. Big Busted broads like you also have tatas and gazongas. I don't get any cool names like that either. I am pretty sure I have that right.
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Date: 2005-08-22 03:53 pm (UTC)Re: size doesn't matter
Date: 2005-08-22 03:55 pm (UTC)Re: size doesn't matter
Date: 2005-08-22 03:58 pm (UTC)Now I'm picturing dancing boobs, a la Monty Python animation.
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Date: 2005-08-22 04:02 pm (UTC)Re: size doesn't matter
Date: 2005-08-22 04:00 pm (UTC)Then again, mine are officially "udders" until Trey is done nursing.
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Date: 2005-08-22 04:24 pm (UTC)Re: size doesn't matter
Date: 2005-08-22 03:57 pm (UTC)Re: size doesn't matter
Date: 2005-08-22 04:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-22 04:18 pm (UTC)I am taking this and making it Quotable LJ. :)
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Date: 2005-08-22 04:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-22 04:34 pm (UTC)heya
Date: 2005-08-22 06:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-23 04:56 am (UTC)