I hope to grow white-haired, paper-skinned, and maybe a little saggy someday. When I do, I WILL COVER MY GOD-DAMNED ASS-CHEEKS IN PUBLIC. I do that now, regardless of what nightclubs I choose to frequent, and Jesus H. Christ, I will never understand why grandfatherly motherfuckers think anyone else wants to see them in anything less than pants anywhere.
Number of times I would have scored tonight if I were gay: >1. I was flattered, and said as much, but I wish to point out, a little grumpily, that I've never had an attractive woman ask me if I'm straight.
When I order a drink that comes with a little stirrer in it, sometimes I use that to aspirate the last bits of booze from the bottom of the glass. When I order the same drink again, and the barkeep serves it to me with a full-sized straw instead, I wonder if it's some sort of code language I'm unfamiliar with. Are they trying to tell me something?
I have never been so dangerously close to buying some seriously hot wheels. There's a GS 400-powered Skylark with my name written all over it in West Milford, New Jersey. I know because I went to see it today. Four hundred cubic inches. Black vinyl. Oh my God. (There are no atheists in ten-car garages.)
Today my dad told me that Colombian guys call the little nib on the middle of a laptop keyboard a "clitoris." Makes sense to me. Looks like one, makes things go, tricky to use without overdoing it.
Number of times I would have scored tonight if I were gay: >1. I was flattered, and said as much, but I wish to point out, a little grumpily, that I've never had an attractive woman ask me if I'm straight.
When I order a drink that comes with a little stirrer in it, sometimes I use that to aspirate the last bits of booze from the bottom of the glass. When I order the same drink again, and the barkeep serves it to me with a full-sized straw instead, I wonder if it's some sort of code language I'm unfamiliar with. Are they trying to tell me something?
I have never been so dangerously close to buying some seriously hot wheels. There's a GS 400-powered Skylark with my name written all over it in West Milford, New Jersey. I know because I went to see it today. Four hundred cubic inches. Black vinyl. Oh my God. (There are no atheists in ten-car garages.)
Today my dad told me that Colombian guys call the little nib on the middle of a laptop keyboard a "clitoris." Makes sense to me. Looks like one, makes things go, tricky to use without overdoing it.
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Date: 2006-09-03 07:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-03 02:37 pm (UTC)This Skylark is a '71. Oh my God. 400 cubes of brute, unapologetic, pre-fuel-crisis, asphalt-warping power.
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Date: 2006-09-03 02:15 pm (UTC)I suspect that's because you are pretty unambiguously so, and they gay men that have approached you were just... optimistic.
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Date: 2006-09-03 03:21 pm (UTC)I bow to your superior hotness!
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Date: 2006-09-03 08:00 pm (UTC)Goddam was he persistent, but in that nebulous gray area where it would be presumptuous and rude just to say "I'M NOT GAY! GO AWAY!!!"
Monosyllabic answers to questions coupled with Paddington Stares finally got the message across.
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Date: 2006-09-03 04:12 pm (UTC)Since no one else wants to touch this, and I'm an asshole, it's a drink STIRRER. It is not a straw. You are being owned by the barkeep.
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Date: 2006-09-03 09:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-05 02:35 pm (UTC)"What did you do all day today at work, honey?"
"I practiced!"
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Date: 2006-09-05 04:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-05 07:03 pm (UTC)Got your phone call; yep, I have done bodywork and painted cars in the past. Removing a vinyl top is a little on the involved side. If you want the top to be the same color as the rest of the car, you're almost asking to paint the entire vehicle simply because the color will be slightly different no matter how well you match the paint. That said and done, nothing's impossible - one just has to plan and prepare accordingly.
Ugh. Your post brought back vivid memories of the jockstrap man from ManRay.