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Feb. 1st, 2005 | 02:52 am
mood: drunkdrunk
music: Geri Halliwell - It's Raining Men (Karaoke Edition)

Man, something about me brings out the craaaazy in cab drivers.

Something about my sincere presence in the world and the way I listen.


So I was hangin' out playing pool with Bon and Psyche (it is her birthday). Now there's a couple of people who, separately and together, can sure use a chaperone to tell them each and both when to shut the hell up, and be happy about it.

Yeah so, I'm home now, thanks very much to the craaazy cab driver (much respect, don't get me wrong), and ...

I am all alone, and raging drunk. You have two hours in which to ask me your probing questions and get inappropriately sincere and emphatic answers. Or come play scrabble, whatever. (Somehow I am able to type, but the room it spins a bit!)


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Triple Entendre

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from: triple_entendre
date: Feb. 1st, 2005 10:15 am (UTC)

as quickly and succinctly as possible, preferably without thinking. You have to decide this ahead of time.

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Minister of Free Inquiry

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from: aethyrflux
date: Feb. 2nd, 2005 06:49 am (UTC)

people keep telling me to control my impulses, but i like this idea better... decide ahead of time what sort of impulsive behaviour to exhibit, and wait for the right moment!

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