aequorea

(sneaks in, bringing popcorn) (and a camera)

I once saw about a dozen punk kids playing polo in washington square in nyc. you know, old school polo, the kind you play while riding a horse, with mallets and things. the thing is, they were riding BICYCLES. there were swinging mallets and screeching tires and chains clanging everywhere, and every once in a while a mallet would get stuck in some bicycle spokes and someone would go flying. it was AWESOME.

waitwaitwait, ann arbor is NOT better than royal oak!!! i have lived in both places. they both have pros and cons, but royal oak is not full of pretentious greek kidlings (frats not nationals) and drunken freshman and violently liberal bandwagon-jumpers and church crazies waving fetus posters - THANK GOD. also, i like the phrase corner kid, but my personal favorite has always been curb squirrel :-D

I am definitely up for it! FYI, if we're doing Lily's $1 beers it will have to be a monday night.

oh, i love that song

my problem at the moment is the total split between id and superego. they usually aren't quite this far apart.... superego: getting closer to an old friend, could be some serious potential there, so behave yourself! id: flirting! crushes! city club! flirting! sex! hot men! sexy women! flirting! hooray!!! LMAO yeah, it could be worse :-)

ooh jynx what a wonderful thread idea! i love the absurd, it makes me so happy some of my best absurd stories come from the ann arbor diag when i was in college. one day i was walking through when i noticed something in a tree. i glanced up, expecting to see a bird or a squirrel, but the thing didn't seem to be the right shape. i walked over to get a better look, and realized that it was a l o b s t e r. not a bright red cooked one either. it was a particularly dead shade of greyish blue. i looked around to see if someone was watching and giggling, but everyone else was just going about their business. being a curious hands-on sort of person, i tried to reach it, but even on my tiptoes i was too short. so i stepped back and just stared at the thing. i was totally floored. gobsmacked, as my grandmother would say. i tried to imagine scenarios where a lobster crawled across the diag and up the tree and of course had no success with that. after a few minutes of staring silently, i realized that i was not likely to get any explanation, and continued on my way.

it took me a minute to figure out that he meant vampire the person... i was thinking huh, pussy vampire... that's a new one!

massage her shoulders (since she seemed to enjoy it last time ) edit: meant for taystee... but you know, it still works :-D

join taystee, gimp, and beau for a night out