it would seem that the hunt is on.
so long since the last effort to transcribe adventures, so much to catch up on.
first and foremost, love has caught up with me again, in the form of an exquisite woman i’ll call Tumble. i’d rather up and leave this place.. off to boston? visit the Princess, crash with her.. at least the sex would be good, so i hear. leave Tumble confused, perhaps, but with some good contacts for tech support, and a few fond memories, before i can disappoint her.
but i’m compelled to stay. to hope. as JonBoy said, ‘your chances of tapping that are extraordinarily good. your chances of keeping her.. not so great.’
knowing this, i continue to volunteer at her arts center.
-we went out for a little extra smoke in her car, and the conversation turned from how horny and frustrated she was, to this..
T: we could even be making out in here, no one can see in! they wouldn’t know.
me: i guess you’re right. isn’t that what all the kids are doing these days?
T: but then everyone would think that that’s the only reason you’re helping us with the computers..
me: .. *a little stoned and immensely confused*
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she also insisted on re-tying my purple necktie, but when i took it off at the end of the night, the knot hadn’t been changed. on the other hand, she did get to reach up my vest to pull the tie down. she laughed and said that was as far as i was getting.
’scuse me, who got to second base there? am i wrong?
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i’m trying to find faults in my deductions, disprove the theory, and dismiss the looks i get from her.
i can say that i’ve been wrong before. “wrong” meaning that i never confirmed a suspicion of attraction or curiosity.
but.. i’ve also been correct more often than not. by a landslide, in fact.
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now, i’ve got two weeks to find a job, get in shape, and get her arts center in order. she’ll come back from vacation, and..
here
we
go.
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new quotes
p0et: my god.. you love each other.
me: i want crepes. i think..
p0et: answer me.
me: huh?
p0et: you two are so in love. what the hell?
me: nutella crepes.
p0et: what would you do if she said she loved you a little bit? … would you make that face?
AKA: youre not sleeped
AKA: and you go volunteering
AKA: who is she?
AKA: and more importantly, is she hot?
Poppet: No.. my definition of a dream girl is like.. a robot, with huge knockers that contain dynamite. That’s the kind of girl I dream about.
Poppet: *giggles madly like little girl* dude, remember Jesus? AHAHAHAHAAH! … what’s up with that?
Poppet: i have to pee.
me: so?
Poppet: so… out the window, yeah?
me: ..?
Poppet: *proceeds to pee out of my window*
…
Poppet: i’m like fucking paul reveere over here!
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