I had three or four friends who were SO INTO THEM back in the late 90's. It was a fucking nightmare at their house. NEE-DEEP-DOOLA-BOOLA-DEEP-BEEDEE-DEE-DEEP.....arrrrgghhhh Listening to that group if you're not into their sound is like having your skull used as a trampoline by the Budweiser clydesdales. They were original, but MAN I found them obnoxious. Like listening to an industrial air conditioner clang away. In the meantime, I'm home from ye ANOTHER shitty stag & doe in Lucan. Annnnnnnd...I'm high as kite. Strong kite. Fast kite. Kite that knows fuckin karate, so wach out or I'll come at you like a pinwheel of death.
Look, I'm not into sex acts where other people are watching me, either. But using your own logic, you'd be doing it with the lady. The what is the part where he watches. I thought they taught logic to law majors.
Yeah, Id have to agree with that. Why the fuck do I always wake up at 3 AM? Im gonna be tired again at 5 and then my whole day will be fucked in the butthole.
So? What does it matter if something can be considered gay or not? It seems silly to let how a hypothetical observer might pinpoint something on an arbitrary scale restrict how you get your rocks off. Also...fall asleep at 9:30 and waking up at 4 is weird. What do I do now? Go to church? Make eggs? Fall asleep on the couch eating ice cream and watching Family Guy?
What's of course interesting is that he could have, all along, just said that he would have been uncomfortable in the situation, and most would agree (hell, I don't think I'm comfortable with the notion of being observed simpliciter). He chose to take the "gay" route... Basically, it's the difference between my saying, "No, I don't think I'd be comfortable kissing you mister," and "Fuck no I'm not kissing you, that's gay." Why he chose to present it in terms of the latter probably means something, though I don't know what.
Go for a run, Nom. That's generally what I do. The world is a different place at 4AM. You can almost imagine it being pleasant.
Yeah, I dunno if I could do it. I've never even videotaped myself, because I know for a fact it would look kind of dumb. Having somebody else there would probably make me feel even more like I'm performing, and I don't know if I could deal with that. Unless I was getting paid, because, hey, Daddy needs a new laptop, and he wants something light and mac-y.
I was a total groupie last night because I went all the way to fucking Bushwick for a house show/party of this band whose lead singer/guitarist I hooked up with last Fall. But is it SO WRONG that I wanted to go watch a cute boy sing and play guitar while remembering what his penis looked like? No. No it isn't. Then something just went awry and I had this strange, crazy night. I know that at some point I was in this other apartment and I was only speaking in French for about an hour. Then I was back at my original party and I was just making out with everybody and then I finally decided to go home, and then I fell asleep on the train, and then I was serendipitously deposited in front of a McDonald's for breakfast, and then I walked the mile home and failed to convince the Haisidic Jews and old ladies going to church that I was out for an early morning jog because I was in this little pleated skirt and leather jacket and couldn't walk in a straight line, and then I finally got home and now it's 7:30 and I'm so exhausted that I can't fall asleep and my cat is judging me so hard and my life is so hard. Goodnight.
That's why I love the drunk thread. I heard my first Boyce Avenue cover on Youtube today. A few hours later and I think I've got through most of them. They're really good.
I have become marginally more technically useful and turned my PS3 into a media centre so I can play files from my computer on the HD screen without the stretching that occurs because of the output resolution of my laptop's video card. It sure is nice to watch Planet Earth, for example, on a nice flatscreen versus a computer monitor. Now I've got last week's grand prix on. I haven't been paying nearly enough attention to the races this year, and I'm taking a three-day weekend for next week's. I'm also going to a speed-dating event today, for "men who like to cook and women who like men who cook". The list says it's for people 26 and up. God I'm such a rebel.