Some odd notes

[learnteach]

Slept outside for my birthday. My, that's a comfy couch.

Stress =/= sex drive. Go figure.

Went to several parties Saturday night. At both of them, the crowds were ... Standard? That is, of the crowd I knew, I knew all of them. THe 20somethings (and younger) friends of the second parties organizer I didn't know, and did talk to a bit, which makes me somewhat special, as there was very very little crosscommunication.

Of course, now I want a Shakira album.

The hostess of the party, LE, popped champagne when I arrived, proposed a toast...and it was to my birthday. WOW! That was cool. I need to do something nice for her.

Someone else (NaCLrock) arranged a birthday card blitz with illegible signitures. I recognized her handwriting. THe funny thing was, they were supposed to be mailed from all over, and I immediatlye thought: Wait, these are all from within 50 miles. What about Boston, Austrailia, etc?

Comments

[daibhidhbeag.livejournal.com]

1) Yup. Stress is not good for sex.

2) Ya stud. None of them talked to Nother or I.

3) I own a Shakira album.

4) See Ya Stud. :-)