I'm debating on whether or not to go on a rant about vaginoplasty; there's an article in the Times. Gals - just leave it be. Nobody cares about your beef curtains. If there's discomfort involved, that's one thing, but if it's just for asthetics ... get over it. By the time your partners get to that point, they're not really worried about it.
And go see Kinsey; it was good.
maandag, november 08, 2004
Well,
I'm still waiting for the mittens from my exchange. It's getting cold; I hope they come soon. it's s'posed to go below freezing tonight.
Volleyball is still going. I'm not particularly feeling love from the team this week. Probably just paranoia. I haven't really spoken to anyone to feel love or otherwise. But I've joined another league for the winter season. It will probably be in addition to my current team, but we'll see. I also found a dodgeball league. That would be fun too.
I've finally become a poker lemming. We're having a game of Texas Hold 'Em this evening. I can't believe how much poker I watch on tv. But you just get sucked into it. The editing makes the game seem more incredible than it is. How many times in your life are you going to flop a set of aces? Or have two nines in the flop, a nine on the turn, AND on the river? But both happened on one episode of Celebrity Poker, as if this were a normal occurance.
As usual, I haven't knit, spun, or woven a g-d thing. Oddly enough, I haven't brewed anything either. I'm mired in ennui. I haven't even been running. I should have yesterday; it was gorgeous. I watched the start of the NYC marathon instead. Not that that made me feel any better. Nothing like a photo of a legless man or a man in a rhino suit running, to make you feel like a total schlumpf. I've seen the rhino guy before - back in '93. Saw Fred LeBow then too.
Tucson, December 2005! (Yeah, right ....)
I'm still waiting for the mittens from my exchange. It's getting cold; I hope they come soon. it's s'posed to go below freezing tonight.
Volleyball is still going. I'm not particularly feeling love from the team this week. Probably just paranoia. I haven't really spoken to anyone to feel love or otherwise. But I've joined another league for the winter season. It will probably be in addition to my current team, but we'll see. I also found a dodgeball league. That would be fun too.
I've finally become a poker lemming. We're having a game of Texas Hold 'Em this evening. I can't believe how much poker I watch on tv. But you just get sucked into it. The editing makes the game seem more incredible than it is. How many times in your life are you going to flop a set of aces? Or have two nines in the flop, a nine on the turn, AND on the river? But both happened on one episode of Celebrity Poker, as if this were a normal occurance.
As usual, I haven't knit, spun, or woven a g-d thing. Oddly enough, I haven't brewed anything either. I'm mired in ennui. I haven't even been running. I should have yesterday; it was gorgeous. I watched the start of the NYC marathon instead. Not that that made me feel any better. Nothing like a photo of a legless man or a man in a rhino suit running, to make you feel like a total schlumpf. I've seen the rhino guy before - back in '93. Saw Fred LeBow then too.
Tucson, December 2005! (Yeah, right ....)
