On the phone with Karen while planning last night's movie night (paraphrased from memory):
Karen: Oh! You know who you should invite?
Me: Who?
Karen: Halley!
Me: Um... Can't. He's in Long Beach now... didn't I tell you that?
Karen: Oh... no...
Me: Yeah, he's with his boyfriend now. And besides, if he did come over, you know what would happen...
Karen: Oh yeah. Bad idea.
Other things from that night of watching The Wolves of Kromer:
- mini sleeping orgy on the sofa
- Karen and I reduced to whimpering puddles at the sight of the "wolves"
- the infamous Karen and Matt poking/tickling war
- "do you want the regular ice cubes or the good ice cubes?"
- Barto calling and then having to listen to us act like gits
- the parents going on a date to avoid contact with us
- Kissing Jessica Stein
- (censored to protect certain peoples... again)
- the LVA year book and Brady's enlarged ass
- grandmas getting mad at me for not force-feeding the guests
... and plenty more.
Today, went down to the Belz Outlet Mall (friggin' hour drive down in the hot hot heat with the entire family) and again I wished that I wasn't with family. Jesus "Fairy" Christ, that's where the gay guys of Vegas hang out. I've been honing my skills and I've been getting better at catching someone's attention or engaging in eye sex (where both people latch onto eachother's gazes for more than five seconds). Yes.
Dammit. I hate having my libido back.
And I so want the movie thing to go tomorrow, but this day has been so screwy.
Shit. My eyes are completely red.
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