Oh my gosh, I have zero ambition today. Esteban and I had a hysterical pillow talk session last night but I’m feeling too lazy to type it all out and then format all of the bold parts. How pathetic is that? I think all of that html crap last night, uploading the Girl Golf pictures wore me right the heck out. Every time I do that, I remember why I don’t put pictures up that often. It kicks my ass and I’m always terrified that my browser will kill my edit before I’ve saved it. It’s no excuse, but it’s the only one I’ve got. I’m sorry that the pictures are so big, those of you with normal-sized monitors will have to scroll. They looked right on my 20-inch and I don’t have the energy to fix them.
Summer mentality has taken over. I just want to be a hedonist. I think about sex entirely too much. Perhaps I’m finally moving beyond my orally fixated Freudian life stage but that frightens me all the more because the next one is the anal stage. Maybe I’ve skipped ahead to the sexual phase. About bloody time! It makes sense though because I’ve always been a quick learner.
Lately, I’ve been enjoying the beautiful weather by driving in my car with the windows rolled down and the music blaring, singing at the top of my lungs. I do it with a bit of guilt, however, the way you would if you were caught eating a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken. I should know better. I shouldn’t allow myself this white trash bliss. But it just feels so good! God help me, I feel as though I am perched at the threshold of a doublewide trailer, one Payless-shod foot hovering above the indoor/outdoor carpeting inside.
I’ve eschewed Starbucks. It’s too warm. I only want Diet Coke now. The boy at McDonald’s told me that my hair looked nice today. That was disturbing. Apparently, it normally looks as though I comb it with a pasta spoon. Or is that a dubious honor? If the gang-tattooed McDonald’s worker thinks that I look pretty, what does that say about me? I have an urge to spackle my eyes with liner and wear a lot of Tommy Hilfiger now, aiight?
I’m a little worried about going back to Starbucks, though. It’s going to get colder again this weekend and you just know that I’ll be wanting a nice steamy Venti Chai. It’s going to be like giving a booty call to your ex-boyfriend or something. I have this entire fear that Surly Girl will make a snarky comment to me. I’m thinking of telling her that I was in another country. I hear that Athens is nice this time of year.
—–Original Message—–
From: Weetabix
Sent: Thursday, April 18, 2002 1:51 PM
To: Esteban
Subject: RE: Hey…
Oh, I’ve bid on some excellent Dave Matthews tickets at Alpine Valley… 20th row. A set of 4 for Labor Day. My max bid is $200. I doubt highly that I will get them, but it would be coolo coolo, non?
—–Original Message—–
From:Esteban
Sent: Thursday, April 18, 2002 2:37 PM
To: Weetabix
Subject: RE: Hey…
1Ph j00 G3T TheM j00 w1ll bE My l33t B4by. +h4t wOULd $O r0cK!
1 LoV3 yOU!
35t3B4n
ps. Here’s the deal. If you don’t use what I can only vaguely understand to be French, I won’t write back in 1337. Deal?
—–Original Message—–
From: Weetabix
Sent: Thursday, April 18, 2002 2:40 PM
To: Esteban
Subject: RE: Hey…
It was the word “cool” with an “o” on the end of it.
Non is indeed french. L053r!
