Is That You In Your Avatar? Part 3! — Page 110

I don't think there would be much sympathy forthcoming...I had a long meeting at work today, my boss is out on vacation, which means more work for me, and I came to work today so hungover I actually had to hold onto the wall when I was walking to my desk so the room would stop spinning.

I made out with some random Puerto Rican man on a couch at a bar last night, I think, and I'm pretty sure I offered my cab driver a beej. I can't blink because my eyes are so dry, I have cottonmouth, and I don't ever want to see a vodka gimlet again. Ever. At least today.

Oh, and I am for some reason, in the midst of this misery, HORRENDOUSLY horny today.

That is all. Carry on!

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For Jaily -

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I thought I'd seen horny, but obviously I haven't seen the half of it! Jaily jaily, how low can you go? Just kidding.

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Ivan got sick off cosmos about six or seven months ago and still can't look at them, much less drink one.

He's scarred for life.

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watching 30 Rock on my computer.

BLISS

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I wish I went to proms with a boy.

(I went to 4. 2 junior, 2 senior. 2 public school, 2 private school. I got around. A lot.)

Boys would have been so much more fun to feel up at the end of the night.

Taz, is he still your boyfriend to this day?

(Forgive me if you've answered this. I'm far too lazy to scan back beyond this current page. And I'm here on a quick break.)

I went to all 4 dances my soph, junior and senior year (freshman formal, sophomore social, jr. prom, sr. prom). The perks of running the television station.

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No Matthew, he's not.

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I run the school newspaper. We don't have a TV station, in fact, I don't think any schools here do. I actually founded the school newspaper, how sad is that? I know, it's bad, I know. I editted it, wrote most of it, printed it, folded it, stapled it, because the school wouldn't pay for proper bloody machine that would do all that, and then I distributed it. All in a day's work. And what did I get, for doing that for four years? Grief. Taunts. And every useless nobody seemed to have the right to sneer at me, slag me off, and find every little mistake I might ever have made and being it up, and use it as an excuse to annoy me. Even my sports teacher, who I spoke to D2 about before, used that fact that I ran the school newspaper as an excuse for NEVER, and I mean Never, including me in a team. i haven't played a sports match for the school in 2 years, even though when that teacher joined he promised us all we'd get a chance. He's a fat jerk.

Socials and Formals? Ha - I wish.



RANT FINISHED. MOVE ALONG, PEOPLE.

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So sorry to hear about that linnie!

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Just a little lower, please.

Oops, meant to add, that we do have things called Debs, which are like Proms except they're rubbish. No one has fun, it's all formalities and thank yous, and goobyes, no couples as such, it's crap. And it's only in your last year. And only the last year are allowed to go. And (sorry for those who've heard this) as my school is uber-conservative, same sex couples would be taken away at the door and beaten down some dark alleyway. Fun.

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