[a killoggs girl]: what's sad is, you think that the way i talk/act is trying. it's just who i am. some people i make terribly uncomfortable and offend. other people are "unflappable". i don't change who i am or how i act for anyone and if they give a fuck they can shove it up their ass. quit thinking you are so special, friend. ps i sent this after you signed off so you would get it next time you sign on.
lacking the ingenuity to leave messages for persons who have already signed off, I give my answer here:
Please. What's sad is that you think I give a fuck [killoggs girl]. You're a snappy girl, I'll give you that. But you're nothing special. And how you've surmised that I think that I'm something special is beyond me. I'm glad that you're not trying to impress, I'm not and I'm annoyed - generally - by people who try to. But, generally, those people who try to impress are those who write in a manner consistent with the way in which you message me. Personally, I'm kind of amused by your insistence and you're free to stop any time.
ohnodisaster: i would love to go to a home depot
ohnodisaster: or a sherwin williams
ohnodisaster: and be like 'do you have something in a doo doo brown?'
ohnodisaster: 'i want this room to have a really POO feeling'
ohnodisaster: 'you know, like being inside a turd?'
ian: HAHA
ian: that would be so awesome.
ian: please do that.
ohnodisaster: i will
ohnodisaster: we'll secretly tape it
I've gone over to the scotch side in the past 5-6 months, I drink it almost exclusively. After ignoring it for 26 years, I've found the buzz and mellowness it imparts to be superior.
What are you asking for when you step up to the bar? Bushwhackers? White Russians? Cuba Libra? Tell us. Then, tell us how you got started on your particular kick.
Then, tell us what you're wearing. Then, that's right, take it off. ohhh, god, your hips, make them sway... don't be afraid to... saddle up on my knee, omigod, I can feel your esurient, wet snatch through the denim, yes, I know, that's not a very sexy word, but I can tell that you are thirsty for my cock. Fuck, the way you drag yourself across the fabric makes my hair stand on end, that's right, blow on my ear, not in it you dumb bitch, gently, yeah, I shaved for you. Yes, and I naired down below. Yeah, that's right, no more dingleberries. Now, on you knees. Yes, that's right, it's time to tru my tires and readjust my pneumatic, brown spokes.
Don't forget to list your drink of the moment in the comments.
I am proud to be coming to you as one of Josh's MD/DC friends. I haven't met most of you so I expect to be hazed in the most brutal, ass-reaming ways imaginable. I am a systems administrator for an ISP in the metro area. I geek out over e-mail for fun. Not reading / writing it, but designing crazy spam firewalls and redundant and/or disaster tolerant systems. I'm in a band which none of you have heard of called "Tradition Dies Here" and own lots of domain names, like: dead-city.org, villany.org, etc. I used to have a red beard. It was awesome. Check it out here:
My roommates are currently watching "Curb Your Enthusiasm" whilst i sit on the couch feeling very uncomfortable with Larry David hugging a small child while a room full of people thinks he has an erection. This is going nowhere very very fast, so rather than drone on and one, lets sum thing up.
I'm vegan. I'm straight-edge. I'm single. I play bass in a band. I geek out over computers. Josh and I eat dinner on occasion. I wrote a killler bio for him.
I bought the curb your enthusiasm dvd sets a month ago after my mom played me an episode... It's easily one of the funniest shows i've seen in quite a while, I like it better than another semi- recent discovery, Ali G.. As a send up of not only the banal day to day stuff, but also celebrity and LA, it's surgical in it's attack. We've been watching a new episode every day or so, often watching two, which is my cut off because otherwise i get really stressed out.
The kind of shitty thing is that I feel more and more like I identify with Larry David, and that scares me. I'm not quite as neurotic, but he and I are both at once totally oblivious to reality, excruciatingly in tune with the minutae of social encounters, and obsessed with how things "should be" when things aren't quite that way.. also, I tend to make most of my own problems.
anyhow.. yeah. I think it's kind of funny and sad that I identify with that tragic character so much.
