|
2002-01-23 || 4:16 p.m. || fillin up the dance card and making meow meow mad jealous. || this is supposed to be operation take it easy, operation work on the presents for the friendlies (blandy's birthday is january 27th! mark yer calendars! the ol two-sixer, oh!). but it has become operation stay out late every night, woo. do not complain jenny, you love it. i know. and it's giving me funny dreams, the shock of hot and cold of week-long isolation to falling in bubbly vat of social obligation. monday was dictionary games at the albatross with sweet new friendly brian and last night was trivia at edinburgh castle with matt and sarah and. the dream: being tortured by an evil mister, having to answer trivia questions about john lennon, making out with matt (em. ha ha. sorry matt. but it was very exciting in a being tortured by an evil mister sort of way. and we were under snoopy sheets, that's nice.), the punishment for answering trivia incorrectly in the form of horrid tattoos spanning our entire backs. and the evil lord was demanding i get fuzzy dice tattooed on my back and i absolutely refused and escaped out a bathroom window. and tonight is chef jia's with scotty and oh dear i am just waiting to see what kind of dreams the chinatown trek/scotty scandal banter/honey chili chicken holds in store for me. rah rah. oh. needing to stay. home. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |