it all began with a dish date with my brother (we got them all done) and it morphed into a fest of beer and vodka and wine and reef and fried vegetarian bolgna with ketchup and faux tuna rolled in steamed swiss chard and chocolate soy milk and homemade oatmeal raisin chocolate chip cookies and a game of ratrace (li'l j won) and a casio keyboard dance party to the paula abdul demo. not bad. and i even got my laundry done today and had enough money for rent. and visited matlock and he had cookies and fine hospitality. in today's most tragic news in this house, my library books are overdue, and for no reason, as i live three minutes from north branch. 25 cents. fuck.
p.s. finally somebody saw me in the shower last weekend. so i'm ringing my hair out, looking out the bathroom window while standing in the shower, and dude walks by, looks up and says, "good morning," so i say, half-shocked, "hey, how's it goin'?," to which he replies, "good darlin', good." and continues to walk by, not staring at my tits or the nape of my neck, whichever he could see. but finally someone looked up and acknowledged me standing naked in the shower. and it wasn't creepy or awkward (like my brother's experience with the military dude). yes and yay.
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actually my brother won ratrace. i kind of forgot, as li'l j was doing so well and then not so well and then bang-- my bro won.
i enjoyed the glory while it lasted...oh, woe is me...
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