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The alarm goes off at 10am, and naturally no one bats an eye. I get up and put a Woody Woodpecker DVD in the DVD player and sit in bed watching cartoons, whilst P and N continue to slumber. Eventually, everyone wakes up, showers, dresses and we start the day off. First stop: The Book Satchell: the one and only used book store in town. I get a kick out of the name, simply because I know for a fact that half of Gen Duh couldn’t tell you what a “satchell” was if their lives depended on it. Old school!
I find a few books to read (more about that later, in an upcoming “Currently Reading”) and N and P browse as well. At one point, while I am in the Self-Help section, P is a few paces directly behind me, looking at the Non-Fiction section. In the space between us is a little bench. There are about 4 or 5 other customers milling around. N is in the Sci-Fi section, catercorner from P and I. An old man goes to sit on the aforementioned bench and proceeds to fart for what seems like 2 full minutes. It’s like a sputtering motorboat. I initially started to laugh, then I started to second guess what I’d just heard: it sounded like someone flipping a lot of pages in a very thick book. I look over at P to see if his shoulders are going up and down (laughing), but see no signs, so I just decide to walk away before I either start laughing or get overcome by the aroma. As I’m walking away (toward the Sci-Fi section, where I didn’t realize N was, until I see him emerge from around the corner with a look on his face, as if to say “WTF?!”), I see N and start laughing. I know him and he is going to say SOMETHING about what just transpired. I asked him if he’d heard, and he was like “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? Who DIDN’T?” I start to laugh, but try to keep it under wraps. While we’re standing there talking, the old man is accompanied by a friend, and moves to a chair at the end of a nearby bookcase. His friend says “What’re you doing?” and he replies “Oh, just trying to find a place to rest my butt.” To which N says, under his breath, “I can think of a better place.” I then burst out laughing and had to walk away. Continue reading
Filed under: Life
Well, I made it back in one piece. P spent the night on Wednesday, so we could leave at 8am. I used to get a little twinge of excitement when I knew he was staying overnight, but it’s slowly dissipating. I credit that to the fact that I’ve grown weary of offering for him to spend the night, only for him to either feign that he is going to, then not and/or just giving me the same excuse of “I like my bed.” Fine. So, it came as no real surprise when after about 30 minutes of sharing my bed, he said he was going to go sleep on the couch in the living room; Apparently I snore…loudly -or- as he put it “a medley of sounds.” Whatever you say, Lord Vader. Continue reading
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Beatrice Arthur, the larger-than-life actress who scored on Broadway as the original matchmaker in Fiddler on the Roof and the hard-drinking actress in Mame before she went on to star in the groundbreaking ’70s TV series Maude and, in the ’80s, the beloved sitcom The Golden Girls, died early Saturday morning. She was 86.
Dan Watt, a spokesman for Arthur’s family, told the Associated Press that the star had been suffering with cancer, though he did not specify what kind. She died peacefully at her Los Angeles home with her family by her side, said Watt, who remembered Arthur as “a brilliant and witty woman.”
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The Road to YoVille
Natalee Isn’t it weird that so many want to get sexual? I find it more than a little disturbing. Seriously. I’m no prude, but I just never got ‘virtual’ sex. Ever.
On the flip side, I’ve since: Got scammed out of 800 coins by someone who said that they could “double” my coins. I was always apprehensive before, but for some unknown reason, I thought “Why not? Maybe I’m being too cynical.” Moments later in some bitch’s apt., I get shilled for 800. Whatta jackass!
I’ve also met a lot more people (mostly female) whom I enjoy talking to. The consensus seems to be that I make them laugh. Hey, I’ll take what I can. I’m pretty much myself, even more so maybe, in YoVille. Befriended lotsa cool people.
Sarah Heh heh heh! It IS addicting, isn’t it?! I’m telling you, decorating your apt. and shopping for the furnishings is such a kick. I must also admit that I get a kick out of giving people gifts. It’s a lot of fun. I told you so! Nyah!