If You Wanna Ride, Then Ride The White Horse
That damn Jazzy. He put "White Horse" in my head. "If you wanna be rich/You gotta be a bitch." I'm a sucker for some 80s electro, let me tell you. Somebody out there download that shit so I don't have to sing it alone. And speaking of downloading, trying to get music on a 56K is enough to drive someone to bang their head against the wall. Everything was running about twenty times slower than usual. *whine* I want DSL! *whine*
To amuse myself and put off sleep, I've been writing testimonials on Friendster. Since they're subject to approval, I want to preserve them for posterity in case folks are lame. For Jay:
She's been my partner in crime for going on 4 years now. Until I met her, I never knew the sweet feeling of having another girl out there like me who loved drinking, making fun of people, music, the internet, soaps and strange episodes. If you need a loud-mouthed smart ass with a high alcohol tolerance and I'm unavailable, she is always the next best thing -- with a porn star voice as a bonus.
I'm still formulating one for P. Diddy, but naturally it'll allude to him having a hand in my every instance of Boys-Who-Since-They-Are-Such-Fuckwads-Can-No-Longer-Be-Named. One of those being Mr. Sailor. The other being The Continental who has a whole WLB dedicated to his stupid ass on the other site. Oh wait, I just named them. Code names don't count though. Mr. Sailor gets named all the time unfortunately actually. I hate that I still bring him up in conversation. Though lately it's all, "yeah, I'm over him. You know I realized what really broke us up: him calling me a "communist." What the fuck? He said it like a curse too. Is this the 50s or something? Lame ass." I guess that can no longer be named goes from now. But, back to P.D., perhaps I'll also allude to Will and Grace. We're both kinda kooky and I seem to be wasting away (you know, in that not really sort of way), so perfect. I do have crazy hair most of the time and he gives off the impression of being chaste, but his love life's a lot more interesting than mine right now. I naturally need to do something about that. I wrote Alex about the episode with the
Brazilian and he's going to be pretty disappointed that I squandered the knowledge he gifted on us kids, as well as me falling off from being She of the Crazy Stories. I spent too much time as a wallflower back in the day and everyone was so proud that I broke out in such a big way. Between spending so much time in transit and using
C as a crutch, I haven't had the time to recreate last summer yet. But, next week once the book is put to bed and I'll have no real reason to leave the city for a while, my summer officially starts...practically August. How weak is that? But, will I make for lost time with a gusto? You bet your ass. I'm gonna go out and learn come ons in all kinds of languages, start really dancing again and do up Happy Hours real big with Jay. She and I will be celebrating some jobs soon. I can feel it. Until a M-F 9-5 cramps my style though, I'll be living those vampire hours with exceptions made for soaps and afternoon shows. And boys bearing caipirinhas...or not. I'm picky but not about things like that.
Posted by Candicissima at July 15, 2003 02:43 AM