2004-06-20 Juicy on your fruit and/or ass
Also, punching somebody in the kidneys (not hard) and screaming "I'll make you piss blood!" is a good pick-up line. Or it at least should be.
Better than "Your pants are like a mirror... can I check my hair real quick? Thanks."
9.51pm
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There's a girl here in the lab with "Juicy" written on the ass of her pants. I don't want to think about that any more.
Also, somebody just asked me what his username and password is. Why the fuck would I know. Jesus christ.
I went to Dubuque this weekend and visited Victor. It was a ridiculous lot of fun. Went up there with his friend, Courtney. Who's an ok guy, but I could only really handle him in small doses. Got there Friday 'round noon, left today 'round 3.30. I wasn't even sure if I was going to be able to make it up, but then Courtney called me at 9.18am (I looked at the clock) and gave me about 20 minutes to get around and pack. I managed. Didn't forget anything, either. Hm. We dicked around for quite awhile then hung out with some Dubuque people, went to some jazz festival downtown, and then I wandered around and stared at things. I swear to christ, every other building has a smokestack. It's so fucking beautiful.
Saturday, we slept in too late, I talked to Tim on the phone for a bit (but didn't actually get a chance to see him), then we went to somebody's wedding reception (I felt awkward the entire time I was there) then to some show (which Victor was really into, but I didn't care much for the music and I felt a little sick from drinking instead of eating all day). Went to an afterhours where creepy middle aged men tried to grind on me, until I told them about my two (nonexistent) kids and how Victor and I are getting married in a few months (we're not). Left, passed out. Rolled around in bed for too long and didn't get a chance to shower, got home and the shower's being repaired again. For fuck's sake. So I smell a bit. It's ok.
Hm. In other news, I found an apartment. I'm going to get it unless I find something better within the next couple days. I like it, it's a nice, large 1-bedroom (so I'll actually be able to have people visit me, it's cool) just a few blocks from where I am right now. It didn't thrill me, but it's nice.
Work is fucking dull. And I smell a little funny. Work is boring and I stink. FUCK.
Swearing makes me cool.
8.15pm
