see, that's the kind of shit that NEVER happened to me. this might be because I was ALWAYS the first one to pass out. there's a trick to it: slug back the first half pint on an empty stomach before you start to dance and the last thing you'll remember from the second half pint is that you were dancing and then something bad probably happ…
see, that's the kind of shit that NEVER happened to me. this might be because I was ALWAYS the first one to pass out. there's a trick to it: slug back the first half pint on an empty stomach before you start to dance and the last thing you'll remember from the second half pint is that you were dancing and then something bad probably happened, but you won't find out what it was until the next day's phone calls. there are still one or two people who don't want to talk to me because of something that happened fifty years ago...
I DID once walk into a party not too drunk to walk, saw somebody, kissed her and we were engaged by the end of the week and six months later, she broke my heart for the first time. she managed it again, twice. she's still around, writing frequent letters to various editors about the paucity of good services for her Aspie son.
she's an Aries. the fire and air thing...and the air is the one immediately consumed, right?
hey...when I actually got married, it was the best possible choice and easily the best possible person. which, needless to say, I didn't appreciate.
the stuff prior to that was "practice."
whenever I object to misogynistic things I hear from friends, they tell me to shut up because my wife was "different" and, unlike most guys, actually "like" women.
I think there's some unfortunate truth about the first part; the second part I'm in no position to comment on, being the subject.
I wasn't drinking when the make-out happened. I mean I hadn't taken up drinking. That was around six years in the future, and I was never a big drinker. (I've only had two hangovers in my life, one xmas day 1974, and one in November of '89.)
And, in my senior year of high school, I had this friend, a black girl, who did astrology, and consoled me when something didn't work out with someone telling me that the someone was an Aries and that one doesn't want to get involved with an Aries.
see, that's the kind of shit that NEVER happened to me. this might be because I was ALWAYS the first one to pass out. there's a trick to it: slug back the first half pint on an empty stomach before you start to dance and the last thing you'll remember from the second half pint is that you were dancing and then something bad probably happened, but you won't find out what it was until the next day's phone calls. there are still one or two people who don't want to talk to me because of something that happened fifty years ago...
I DID once walk into a party not too drunk to walk, saw somebody, kissed her and we were engaged by the end of the week and six months later, she broke my heart for the first time. she managed it again, twice. she's still around, writing frequent letters to various editors about the paucity of good services for her Aspie son.
she's an Aries. the fire and air thing...and the air is the one immediately consumed, right?
LOL. That's almost as bad as me. Mine got a house and left me homeless and bankrupt.
hey...when I actually got married, it was the best possible choice and easily the best possible person. which, needless to say, I didn't appreciate.
the stuff prior to that was "practice."
whenever I object to misogynistic things I hear from friends, they tell me to shut up because my wife was "different" and, unlike most guys, actually "like" women.
I think there's some unfortunate truth about the first part; the second part I'm in no position to comment on, being the subject.
Right.
I wasn't drinking when the make-out happened. I mean I hadn't taken up drinking. That was around six years in the future, and I was never a big drinker. (I've only had two hangovers in my life, one xmas day 1974, and one in November of '89.)
And, in my senior year of high school, I had this friend, a black girl, who did astrology, and consoled me when something didn't work out with someone telling me that the someone was an Aries and that one doesn't want to get involved with an Aries.