Posted by karen_kay on May 1, 2004, at 20:01:05
In reply to Re: Left-overs » karen_kay, posted by spoc on May 1, 2004, at 18:39:04
i'd have to say you are doing a fine job of following your own act. but, it's a good thing you aren't following mine (or are you? let's not think too terribly hard about this one) or you may be left feeling a bit insecure.
and you mentioned something about "absorbing the meaning of posts through the monitor"... well, my eyes are absorbing the meaning and i'd swear you are hitting on me spoc. if this were a real life conversation, i'd certainly have you back at my place by now. (how's that for crass? perhaps it did prove your point that i'm still quite crass indeed. but, do you think i'm joking or not? hmmmmm) :)
so, you archive here alot? found any good dirt, like people posting when they are drunk? i do that at times. bad news. very bad news. not just the fact that i can hardely spell or type sober, but also i tend to forget that people do actually read this stuff. i should write in my journal more often i think. or i hsould drink less i think. or maybe i'm not doing a thing wrong. what do you think? anyway, have you found any good dirt? even about me. perhaps something i've given up that i shouldn't have. obviously i'm not too concerned with people finding out who i am. i don't have too much to hide (except that incedent with my sister, the murderer and the STD, but i don't think i've ever mentioned that one here. maybe i'm wrong though and have. again, i talk too much. or maybe not enough?).
i staple horizontally, very close to the edge. if the staple becomes jammed, i pull it out, along with about 10 others grouped together, throw them on the floor, and usually pick them up two weeks later in my foot. it doesn't hurt, i'm tough.and about the binder clips: you are probably right. due to the fact that i don't own the proper size, i'll become an old maid. i'll move in with my mother, never marry, my dog won't even love me, and i'll never have children. all because i don't have the in-between size. i guess that is what staples and paper clips are for?
oh, and about stapling on the right side.... most right handed people would then elect to read the document on the right hand side of the desk, so it wouldn't get in the way of anything. (on a side note, i did once have an english professor ask me not to staple on that side, as it made it hard for her to grade and confused her. i ignored her wishes.)
i'd never purchase a hair clip with fake hair put in it. i don't see the point. either you have hair, or you don't. it would be like buying a rug to put atop your head. don't listen to the manufactors. there are manufactors trying to sell rip-away pants but that doesn't mean you should buy them, does it?
about you question on shaving.... lol. i'm not opposed to answering it at all, and i suppose since no one has said anything about you asking it wouldn't cause harm to answer. but, first of all, where the [insert] did that come from? are you sure you're not hitting on me? (and you honestly can't know the amusement i'm getting from this thread. thank you for it. my old man keeps popping his nosey head in saying, "what's so funny?")
i wax two parts of my body. my eyebrows and my arms. (good grief, i know!) i shaved them when i was 13 and stupid and when the hair grew back i looked like a monkey. i know how it hurts to get my arms waxed and wouldn't dream of allowing that pain to extend to a delicate region of my body. i once tried an at home waxing kit and jumped into a warm bath directly after the first hair was removed. and yes spoc, i do shave. i guess if everyone here knows everything i tell my therapist, what's the harm in knowing that piece of information as well? (and jsut what did you mean to suggest with that "fuzzy" comment anyway? huh?)
you don't move at all when you sleep? how do you know for certain, since you are asleep and all? i've slept in the same bed with people who toss and turn so much that they literally rip the sheets of the bed. that drives me insane. on spring break, i slept with my friend shorty and she would sit up in her sleep. i thought i was sleeping with that girl from the exorcist. good lord, talk aobut nightmares. and she would snore louder than i thought humanly possible. and she kicked me several times as well.
which reminds me of a dream i once had... i was at space camp in my dream and there were cute boys behind me. i was wearing a bikini top (oh no! not bikinis again) and i wanted to flash them, so i did and my friend held my shirt down so i was exposed to everyone who was getting on the bus behind me. i turned around and donkey kicked my friend, but in real life i also kicked to. it happened that i donkey kicked my boyfriend in the back and he screamed. i was half asleep and half awake (some how the kicking woke me up) and i laughed.
so, you sleep with a space heater too. our heating is odd in the house. if i have people sleep over they actually cook in the living room, but i freeze in my bedroom. and my old man turns the heat up so high that we have $400 heating bills each month, just so he can run around in his underpants in the winter. i told him to buy some blankets but he won't listen. he says he'd rather spend the money to remain comfortable, that is until the bill arrives. then i get yelled at for some reason, when he's the one running around in his underpants. men, i'll never fully understand them.
and why do you sleep with the noise machine? i'll stop by and make odd noises if that will help put you to sleep. i sometimes sleep with ear plugs in, but sometiems they fall out and i awake with one in the pile of drool. it doesn't taste pleasant, ear wax that is.
and i frequently shove the pillow over my head if i can't sleep. or over my old man's if i can't sleep. again, i'm hateful to him and for some reason i'm just starting to realize it. today for instance (oh, this is bad!!) i asked him to bring me food home when he got done with work and he didn't. but he got food. and it was 5 and i had one heck of a hang-over and i wasn't feeling well. so i said, 'looks like someone should go to the grocery and get me food, and it's not me because i'm ill!' he said no. so, i said, "give me your credit card", which he did. and i was going to order take-out and he told me that i couldn't order from the place i wanted. so, i threw the phone, credit card and phone book on the floor and layed in bed. i was ill though :) i should be nicer to him. poor guy.
i have a hard time wearing pants to bed, as they get twisted when i sleep. somewhere through the night i end up taking them off and awake without them on. long ago this used to worry me, waking up without clothes on (it's concerning when you are over at other people's houses) so now i try to purchase one piece pj's. i just can't sleep when my clothes are twisted. i think it gives me nightmares that i'm an article of clothing in a washing machine. or perhaps that's why i have nightmares of tornadoes??? hmmmm...
and you said that you don't meet men who bring their jammies on dates.. so, what kind of men do you meet? hmmmm?
you said you think you could spot me in a crowd? does that mean you know me? or you have an idea of what i look like? see, now i'm getting paranoid. not at all, i'm just kidding. and you also said you wouldn't do anything. why not? and you'd follow me around. it's strange you said that because i'm know for being rather annoying and following people around. spoc, you're starting to freak me out here :)
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