Campfyre Stories

Campfyre Stories
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Adulteress no more.

Ramble on…

August 24th, 2005

Red Eye is an excellent movie, but it is *not* a horror flick.  I was a little disappointed, but I highly enjoyed my time hanging out with Allison, who is so incredibly busy I hardly ever see her.

Mike is a big tease.  Teased me about *someone* (*sigh*) going bowling who didn’t and isn’t coming to my party *pout*.

That’s cool, though, because today I got called saucy and feisty by two different people in vastly different situations.  I must be doing something right.  Also had a chance to *shake it* and I got to tell a friend of mine that his balls were more fun to play with than someone else’s.  The only shame of it is that he didn’t actually blush.  But he also didn’t say whatever he deemed “too mean” (and coming from him, that’s something), so that’s still a victory I guess.

So Jon is in charge of the cake for my party…  Murray is threatening to bring Jaeger.  I still have absolutely no idea how many people (or even who) are coming to this thing, but the countdown is looming and there is still much work around the house that needs to be done.

I got a cold email (as in cold call, not as in emotionally cold) from someone wanting to present a job to me.  Looks nice, I like the concept, but it will mean having to get a car.  There are a couple that I like, but I’m really concerned that my credit is too bad for me to get a car loan.  I’m looking into it, though, if I get this nice job, I could totally afford it and be very happy with it.  Thank gods for car guys (even if they think they’re not) because the boys will totally help me to find something worthwhile.

I tell people who are buying a computer to take someone with them who knows more about computer than they do.  I firmly believe the same thing should happen with cars, so I hope that someone will come with me and hold my hand, while helping me keep from getting ripped off.  This car is totally adorable.  I like it.  I think it’ll either be this one or the Jetta.  The million dollar question is whether or not having a Volvo will make the boys more or less likely to call me a hippie.

Probably doesn’t matter…  they still will, even though, I am not a hippie, dammit!

Hrmm…  I guess that’s all I have to say for now.  I should do more work for my party…

~FG };^>

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