lobsterchick's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oh, Random Crap I love housesitting for BT. Oh, sure, one of her cats is in love with my shoes and hisses at me when I dare attempt to wear them and seduce them away from her, but it's okay. I can deal with it because of her super duper internet access. I think it's Charter Pipeline or something, but whatever. It's completely rockabilly. If my crap-ass dialup is someone spitting on you, then BT's is the Flood of '93. So, a half-nude male model named Kevin really embarrassed me. A while (maybe 2 or 3 months) ago, someone stuck a tiny March calendar page with Kevin as the picture in my purse. I never really pursued it, since anyone in either of my groups of friends could have stuck it in there and plausibly denied it, but I did take it out and leave it in my car. I had to take my piece of shit in the other day because, well, it's a piece of shit, and when I went to pick it up tonight, Kevin was sitting on my seat. I felt like a total whore, as if I'd actually fucked Kevin in my car and someone found the used condom. Thanks, Kev. 8:45 PM - 18 July 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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