On Friday I went to the funeral for one of my old friends. Although not particularly entertaining in itself (funerals are sad, FYI), the event did have its moments. For one, the brother of the deceased propositioned me, suggesting that we engage in coitus in the bathroom of the funeral home. I declined. Also in attendance was a wild-eyed fellow from my hometown whose affectionate nickname is "Satan." He clearly had designs on my tear-stained friend Olive; after the service he approached her and said, "So...what are you doing today?" Tres classy.
Other than that, nothing much to report. Last night I was invited into a hot tub filled with half-a-dozen nearly naked homosexual men. I declined. I've also realized that you haven't really lived until you have been publicly weighed in front of a room of fat women. Today I spent $100 on groceries. It was fabulous.
I will try and update more this week. I appreciate all the support I've been getting in the comments, etc., so thanks. You guys rule (sometimes).
just one psychosomatic drama after another
clay | July 25, 2003 3:21 PMFair play to you. I use my own webspace to vent.
Bless you sweetie. All the best for the comming weeks.
Pete
pete | July 22, 2003 4:32 PMI do a good impersonation of Jesus. Maybe Satan and I could hang out, go drinking or something...
Eric | July 21, 2003 9:20 PMDoes her boyfriend like spinach? That would be really weird.
Michael | July 21, 2003 2:37 PMNo, it's Oyl.
Lina | July 21, 2003 10:21 AMSPDIERS GO SWQUISH, LINAI LOVE YOU
toby | July 21, 2003 3:43 AMBYE
BYEK INA <# <3 <4 <#3 <#33
I'm trying not to be insensitive here, but what is the last name of your friend Olive? Is it by any chance Oil?
Michael | July 21, 2003 2:06 AM