Sunday, Jan. 09, 2005 - 12:55 a.m.
Mr.Dalliard, we have a three-way! Meet you at the peep hole
Yesterday I drank (slowly) from 5pm until, I don't know, sometime at the club when a bottle of water seemed the sensible option. No eating happened in this time. So, at the club, all the base notes went straight to the hole in my belly and jiggled around there, making me mildly uncomfortable.The other thing was that there were all these youths at the edge of the dancefloor enjoying each other. Like some kind of swingers party, or gang-frottage. Girlsdontcry wanted to tell them to get a room, but that put me in mind of what they would be getting up to in the room, and that made me violently uncomfortable.
However, seeing this three-way snog I was suddenly reminded that I had had a three-way snog once ... and I have absolutely no idea when or who it was with! I have been wracking my brain all day and can't think. Now I'm wondering if I even made it up. Please come forward if it was with you.
Brilliantly, today I slept until 1.30 and when I was finally up and dressed and all handwashing was complete, at 5.30 I went on the bus to my friends' house and watched N@poleon Dynamite and G@rden State and the end of Jerrold Spr!nger the Opera and ate pizza and drank wine and it was marvellous. And also I laughed heartily at all the above, save for G@rden State, where I was feeling it up until he shook his head in the rain and then of course the awful cheesy ending, which I am thinking just was a scene played out in his head while he continued to sit on the plane. Yes.
And I have so many loaned DVDs in my possession that soon I will have seen practically everything. Apart from the B0rne films. Cos who cares about those.