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edited September 2007
Jesus god my wrists are killing me. I gave a backrub to this girl tonight and I think I've felt softer Rodins. And I like her a lot, too, but she gets through life and law school on a merry combination of Catholic guilt, antidepressants, and booze. I've worked very hard to carve out a zone of calm around myself and I have the feeling getting any more into this might jeopardize all that.
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edited September 2007
Also, Salv, don't sweat it. Until I took out a restraining order on her [1], my mom tried to sit me down for a Serious Conversation about my Sexual Confusion at least once every six months.
[1] Long story.
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Myself and a friend started talking to a pair of girls in a pub once. I got to see boobs, my friend got a lengthy lecture on why it's okay for him to be gay. Later we realised there must have been underage as we'd been buying the drinks but they were paying. That was nearly a very sticky situation.
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Myself and a friend started talking to a pair of girls in a pub once. I got to see boobs, my friend got a lengthy lecture on why it's okay for him to be gay. Later we realised there must have been underage as we'd been buying the drinks but they were paying. That was nearly a very sticky situation.
Jesus god my wrists are killing me. I gave a backrub to this girl tonight and I think I've felt softer Rodins. And I like her a lot, too, but she gets through life and law school on a merry combination of Catholic guilt, antidepressants, and booze. I've worked very hard to carve out a zone of calm around myself and I have the feeling getting any more into this might jeopardize all that.
I have developed an elaborate plot that ends with her walking in on me fapping to high-quality lesbian porn
If nothing else I figure it'll at least get her to shut the fuck up about my sex life
Didn't she think you were suicidal for buying that threadless tee? I think you're way past the point where its worth giving a shit about her opinions.
Jesus but you've got a good memory
But yeah, she did. I wouldn't care except that it's no longer amusing watching her try to dance around my nonexistent homosexuality:
Mom: "You need to stop smoking. Girls don't like smokers, it's harder to find a date. That is if you want a girlfriend. I'm not trying to pressure you into anything, that's totally your choice and it's up to you and really none of my business."
Deliberate double-entendre response: "Eh, it's not even the nicotine so much anymore, I just feel weird if I don't have something in my mouth."
Mom: shifty panic eyes and an abrupt change of topic
Funny the first dozen times, irritating the rest. Not to mention that it's kinda depressing when your game is so bad your mom has come to the conclusion that you're gay.
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Jesus god my wrists are killing me. I gave a backrub to this girl tonight and I think I've felt softer Rodins. And I like her a lot, too, but she gets through life and law school on a merry combination of Catholic guilt, antidepressants, and booze. I've worked very hard to carve out a zone of calm around myself and I have the feeling getting any more into this might jeopardize all that.
So she's like the ultimate 50s Boston housewife?
Yep, gin + valium fizzys and all. It's a shame, because she's really smart and cool, but literally does not know how to relax. At all. Her back needed a fucking jackhammer taken to it. I'm like "take deep breaths and slowly exhale" and she's like "why?"
Also, Salv, don't sweat it. Until I took out a restraining order on her [1], my mom tried to sit me down for a Serious Conversation about my Sexual Confusion at least once every six months.
[1] Long story.
My mom is a southern baptist who converted to Catholicism. I guarantee you that even if I were in fact gay, she would never broach that topic unless I did first, and it would probably end in tears.
that line is gold, but I can see where it would start to drag after a while. At least my parents knocked off the reproachful are-you-coming-back-to-the-door-knockin'-fold-soon nonsense after a while...
Also, Salv, don't sweat it. Until I took out a restraining order on her [1], my mom tried to sit me down for a Serious Conversation about my Sexual Confusion at least once every six months.
[1] Long story.
My mom is a southern baptist who converted to Catholicism. I guarantee you that even if I were in fact gay, she would never broach that topic unless I did first, and it would probably end in tears.
So I may be jumping to conclusions here, but would she hilariously overcompensate for ingrained racism if you brought an ethnic chick home? That can be awesome.
Also, Salv, don't sweat it. Until I took out a restraining order on her [1], my mom tried to sit me down for a Serious Conversation about my Sexual Confusion at least once every six months.
[1] Long story.
My mom is a southern baptist who converted to Catholicism. I guarantee you that even if I were in fact gay, she would never broach that topic unless I did first, and it would probably end in tears.
So I may be jumping to conclusions here, but would she hilariously overcompensate for ingrained racism if you brought an ethnic chick home? That can be awesome.
Eh, I dunno. I think it'd be more that she's like cloyingly polite than anything else, but she's always like that when I first bring girls around the house, so.
that line is gold, but I can see where it would start to drag after a while. At least my parents knocked off the reproachful are-you-coming-back-to-the-door-knockin'-fold-soon nonsense after a while...
It was really bad for about two months and then I'm pretty sure my dad told her to knock it the fuck off.
oh man i want to go out and no one else is and i hate going out alone argh
need more booze
I thought none of my friends wanted to do anything, so I went back home for today, and once I'm an hour away I start getting calls because they want to go out. Jerks.
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I have developed an elaborate plot that ends with her walking in on me fapping to high-quality lesbian porn
If nothing else I figure it'll at least get her to shut the fuck up about my sex life
I hate that question, along with "what will you do after your course is finished"
i don't fucking know
something will come up
something always comes up! meanwhile, I'm going to muck around and enjoy myself god damnit.
That could backfire.
*Mom walks in. Sees.*
Mom says, "Oh my... son, you too?"
Didn't she think you were suicidal for buying that threadless tee? I think you're way past the point where its worth giving a shit about her opinions.
[1] Long story.
Were the boobs nice, at least?
And bouncy?
So she's like the ultimate 50s Boston housewife?
Good times
But yeah, she did. I wouldn't care except that it's no longer amusing watching her try to dance around my nonexistent homosexuality:
Mom: "You need to stop smoking. Girls don't like smokers, it's harder to find a date. That is if you want a girlfriend. I'm not trying to pressure you into anything, that's totally your choice and it's up to you and really none of my business."
Deliberate double-entendre response: "Eh, it's not even the nicotine so much anymore, I just feel weird if I don't have something in my mouth."
Mom: shifty panic eyes and an abrupt change of topic
Funny the first dozen times, irritating the rest. Not to mention that it's kinda depressing when your game is so bad your mom has come to the conclusion that you're gay.
Yep, gin + valium fizzys and all. It's a shame, because she's really smart and cool, but literally does not know how to relax. At all. Her back needed a fucking jackhammer taken to it. I'm like "take deep breaths and slowly exhale" and she's like "why?"
that line is gold, but I can see where it would start to drag after a while. At least my parents knocked off the reproachful are-you-coming-back-to-the-door-knockin'-fold-soon nonsense after a while...
100% worth it
So I may be jumping to conclusions here, but would she hilariously overcompensate for ingrained racism if you brought an ethnic chick home? That can be awesome.
Nighty night.
AM!
I am programming.. badly.
Now I know why you're supposed to plan shit out before you start coding.
Indeed.
need more booze
Cat let's stay in and drink together over the internet.
You.
Me.
Cheeks stained with the bitter tears of loneliness and shame.
I thought none of my friends wanted to do anything, so I went back home for today, and once I'm an hour away I start getting calls because they want to go out. Jerks.
Not one of my favorites.
The chat thread is full of them, though. Full!
Come out to radelaide. We're having a party.
Is it a toga party? cos i got one of those tomorrow and i don't want to miss it
i have more booze, and it turns out i make a rad nicoise salad
go me
Have you heard of the Paper Scissors carts?
cuz that would make sense
I have not, but i am pale and squinty and socially isolated due to my long long days in the lab. are tehy good?
and don't say that about the toga, now i'm even more paranoid about boobful shots of me turning up on facebook :P