2003-08-07 - 3:06 p.m.
Do you know what I love most about the Internet? I mean, apart from the 200 daily porn-related spams at Hotmail every day? I love that I get to find people like devBear, who, in response to yesterday's post, sent me one of the most gracious mails of all time. Thank you, devBear. And thank you too to everybody else who chimed in. Y'all rock. I'm doing much better today.
In fact, I'm well enough to point you to two new craigslist funnies here and here. Warning: they're both a little on the sex-obsessed side. I think I should have been born male. Apparently my libido thinks so too. Is it really so unusual for a woman to just plain like nookie? It's not as if I'm out *having it* with tons of people! But sheesh, after talking to guy friends, you'd think they'd never met a girl who thought about it before. (And no, JL, you've totally proven there's another woman like me out there. Whew.) It's not as if I can't discuss other things.
And to prove it, what do y'all think of the sweater on the left?
It's a Rowan design called Morris. I love it. Hopefully it will be Daddy's Christmas present, if there's a substitute yarn. Somehow paying $9 each for somewhere around 21 skeins of yarn isn't appealing. Elann will be the first place to check.
Oh, one more thing. Last night I was passed by a bunch of competitive riders on a bike trail hill. One man was yelling to another, "Don't drop down for this, you pussy!" I started laughing so hard, it was tough not to fall. Women just do not talk like this. (Or, ok, not very often at least.) Men crack me up. That guy will probably go home and kiss his wife, ask her how the baby is. But in the meantime he's been able to be an ass-kicking hard rider, and that's cool.
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