June 26, 2005
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And today’s quotes (from Chris, and not my brother):
“I’ve gotta stop doing stuff like that, too. Drinking vodka straight out of the bottle.”
“Then after this we’ll jump over the hedge. It’ll be a champetition.”
And Chris, my brother:
“Hmmmm, I mixed this one a good rate. I’m gonna call my woman.”
So we did jump over the hedge. Many times. Chris, Chris, Matt, and I.
We’re taking a break from Fight Club at the moment, and they’re both on the phone with their girlfriend/fiance. I’m typing here on Xanga.
Golfing around the house was quite awesome. We hit the ball around the house, around the fire hydrant, through the pine tree….yeah, it was a blast [and I have no idea how to play]. In terms of the enduring question of two beers or not two beers, I opted for a several over the course of many, many hours, and it was quite awesome. Quite awesome. OK, fourth pizza is in the oven, movie interlude is drawing to a close….
Comments (9)
Do you EVER watch “Fight Club” all the way through?!?!
Hmmm…can’t say that I have. And this time I wasn’t falling asleep! Someone ended up calling me during the interlude, and I found myself on the phone for…what…an hour and a half??
Must’ve been a phone call from someone not “sleep-inducing.”
Not 2 beers. One is plenty (for me!). Now 2 pizzas would be an entirely different matter… but that doesn’t sound nearly as cool or Shakesperean.
Champetition?
I think that should be an official word.
What’s with xanga making my *laugh* look like a sea-sick cheezy face? It just doesn’t mean the same thing…
Oh, and I just “caught” this… When you said “Chris, Matt and I” I thought, huh, sounds like my cousins almost. Chris, Matt and Nick are brothers. Wait – the “I” in that phrase IS a Nick. Too bizarre.
So if its NOT your jail cell number, what is it that you are thinking about? hmmm.
^^^teeehee, pete’s comment is from when you had lindsay’s cup size as your header. ewwwww.
so, to answer your perfectly lovely comment ~ in a place where not everyone has to read it:
Your comment was….well, dear, why I love you. (And I know you don’t say that unless you mean it, and you don’t mean it to a lot of people…which is why it means so much to me.) Thanks for knowing me so well and loving me anyway. Another thing my mom said was that I probably thought it was going to be much easier to find someone else after Brett, and when it didn’t happen ~ and didn’t happen, and didn’t happen ~ my self-esteem took a serious beating, to the point where now I am loud and overbearing out of insecurity.
And yes, it’s become fairly clear that I probably am not bi OR gay…and yeah, a couple of people have told me that I’ve just been “testing the waters” with the people in my life whose opinions matter. I think you caught me testing my mom…although she’s been great about it. “I love you whether you’re straight, gay, bi, or purple.” So it’s just a phase (one that’s not quite over, but getting there). I’m glad to have gone through it, though, because it was a major paradigm shift, and a lesson in love, or at least infatuation. I fell for a woman and it freaked me out. I’m getting over it. That’s a perspective-changing experience, to be sure, and a mind-opening one.
You’re getting more in your email. But…love all around. (Do I get points for saying it first? Because I sure as heck did. Props! Props to me! It’s all about the eProps.)