Thursday, February 10, 2005
T-M-I
Shaving or trimming pubic hair is a good thing.
Slicing, pinching, or otherwise damaging the skin under the hair is a BAD thing.
Social Anxiety
17 years ago, when I was in highschool....I seemed to have no real trouble being friends with people, and doing things that friends usually do.
I knew I could call a friend (boy or girl) up, and we could just talk for hours....about our day at school, our love life (or lack there of), what concerts we wanted to go to, our outlook on life, religion, and the world we lived in....I knew that if I wanted to go do something, I could call up whatever friend wasn't working that day, and we could just go hang out....skating, shopping, see a movie, grab food....whatever....just typical shit that people who liked each other, did with each other.
Now....things just seem so different.
Now....I feel like I'm just intruding when I call someone....I feel like I'm taking up their valuable time, making them pay attention to me, when they could be doing something much more rewarding (like watch paint dry?). On the rare occasions that someone actually wants to sit on the phone & chat...then I find myself at a loss. It's been so long since I've just shot the breeze, that I'm not even sure where to take a conversation once we get past the banalities of 'how's your day/week been?'
And going out & doing things....a whole 'nother kettle of fish. I hear people talking about the movies they saw with friends A, B, & C, I hear about the restaruant that X & Z just tried, I hear about the weekend spent shopping at thrift stores....and I wonder, how do I get in on all of this? How do I have a social life that contains something besides munches and parties?
Saturday, I spent the better part of an afternoon at Stoneridge Mall with a good friend of mine. As I type this, I sit and wonder, just how long has it been since I've done that with someone besides Rik (who's often an unwilling victim). I heard some people talking about getting together for dinner before a party, and I wonder, besides Vicki, who do I grab dinner with before parties?
For so many years now, I've felt like....people act like they are really happy to see me at parties & munches, but beyond that, they don't want to really be with me, and I don't really seem to exist outside of that realm. I feel like some people must have some sort of 'good friend quota' "Oh I can only be genuinely close to X people, and you are X+1". I feel like I just don't really....matter.
I honestly am not sure how I can go about making things different. Do I just give people a call & hope that they want to talk and have the time to talk? When I hear people making plans for some sort of outting....do I ask if I can join them? When I have nothing to do some day or night, do I call someone or IM them & see if they want to hang out with me?
Would I be opening myself up for good times with good friends.....or would I find out what I don't think I want to know....that I don't really matter....
Tuesday, February 8, 2005
Boob Jokes
What Religion is Your Bra?
A man walked into the ladies department of a Macy's and shyly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, "I'd like to buy a bra
for my wife. "What type of bra?" asked the clerk.
"Type?" inquires the man, "There's more than one type? "Look around," said the saleslady, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size, color and material imaginable.
"Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only four types of bras to choose from."
Relieved, the man asked about the types.
The saleslady replied: "There are the Catholic, the Salvation Army, the Presbyterian, and the Baptist types. Which one would you prefer?"
Now totally befuddled, the man asked about the differences between them.
The Saleslady responded, "It is all really quite simple....The Catholic type supports the masses. The Salvation Army type lifts the fallen, The Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright, and The Baptist makes mountains out of mole hills."
Have you ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD, E, F, G, and H are the letters used to define bra sizes?
If you have wondered why, but couldn't figure out what the letters stood for, it is about time you became informed!
(A} Almost Boobs
{B} Barely there
{C} Can't Complain!
{D} Dang!
{DD} Double dang!
{E} Enormous!
{F} Fake.
{G} Get a Reduction.
{H} Help me, I've fallen and I can't get up !
They forgot the German bras....Holtzemfromfloppen and Floppenstoppen
Friday, February 4, 2005
More Stealage
If you read this, even if I don't speak to you often, post a memory of me. It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad, just so long as it happened.
Then post this to your journal. See what people remember about you.
Thursday, February 3, 2005
For those that care
I've been sick. I thought it was just a sore throat from shouting at the Royal Rumble....
but I was pretty bad off yesterday @ work. I took today off & slept most of the day.
So, no munch, no Schmooze, no parties.
Wednesday, February 2, 2005
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