Give me some good beer, conversation, friends, and music and there is little that will bother me. I try to treat others as I wish to be treated and when I don't, I like to think I learn from my mistakes. I believe most people are trustworthy until proven otherwise. I'm a conversational snob. I have little tolerance for stupidity or rudeness. Common courtesy is one of the best traits one can have. I believe there is conversation that is inappropriate for the dinner table. I love running into people I used to know, but am always happier if I look cute when it happens. I think there would be much less ruckus in the world if brunch were a daily offering.

Monday, June 19, 2006

I Know, I'm a Tease

Things I promise to catch you up on in the next couple days:

1. Romance (term used loosely) including dates with boyscout man, British West Coast Pat and guy I wanted to ditch within five minutes; my avoidance of XM because I hate telling people I'm just not that into them; how much the homeless love me.

2. Nighttime activities including movies, concerts that were supposed to be and never were as well as concerts that are coming soon, dancing and drinks with friends.

3. Sports. Man the sporting world has been good to me lately. Still can't believe the Nats game Saturday. Just wait until you hear the story of Yankee boy. A classic!

I know there are other things I am forgetting. Drat. I hate it when I don't keep up with the blog, so many things get lost.

2 comments:

  1. Anonymous1:36 PM EDT

    Plan B is too busy to update the blog despite her promise (she sits on a throne of lies), so she asked me to fill in the gaps. This is transcribed from her, so hopefully it is accurate:

    1. Romance (term used loosely) including dates with boyscout man, British West Coast Pat and guy I wanted to ditch within five minutes; my avoidance of XM because I hate telling people I'm just not that into them; how much the homeless love me.

    Here's the scoop. I met a guy at a club, but found out he was into boys. You know that Plan B isn't one to give up so easily, so I dressed up as a boy scout in his troop, put my hair under my cap and just said I had a case of gynecomastia. I don't know if I can keep up the ruse for long. Does anyone know where I can get a Whizzinator? British West Coast Pat--okay, it was actually just a guy with bad teeth. Didn't work out. Then I met this other guy at my spin class. Within five minutes he made fun of the fact that I have "Barbie Girl" on my iPod. I don't take that from anyone.


    I will update points #2 and #3 as soon as I get the details from Plan B.

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  2. Anonymous4:55 PM EDT

    Now you're bashing Yankee fans? Hmmmm...

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