March 04, 2004
63-61, 26-0 BABY!
down 5, with 20 seconds to go.
grunfeld makes a 4-point play.
5-second violation.
no timeouts left.
LOTTI! LOTTI!
WHAT AN ASS-RIPPING, SPLEEN-CHURNING MOTHERFUCKING GAME!
six o'clock
and i'm done testing my block for the day. i drove in all 8 clients to the arbiter, and it fucking works! woot!
i'm meeting up with the yujster today at the irish pub today to watch the stanford vs. washington state game. i'm fucking starving, too. maybe i'll start with a shot of whiskey to achieve an empty stomach buzz for fun? heh.
wouldn't it be interesting if sex had a smell? well, it kinda does... there's the chlorine-ish smell of spunk, and of course, the distinct odor of a moist vagina. but what if those smells were amplified? then, after having sex, you could open the door, and everybody around could take a whiff of the air and go, "yeah. they just did it." :)
i like smells. lingering smells that stay, so that i can sniff something and be reminded of someone. i had a pillow that smelled like a girl after she put her head on it, and for a week or two, after isolating the pillow from the others, i would stick my face in it and take a nice deep breath from time to time. ah, bliss.
too bad things never worked out with that one particular girl. she smelled really nice. :/
mini-randoms
i wish i had a stash of pot so i could smoke out when my tics get bad. one understanding parent whose son has TS e-mailed me a while back and mentioned that the son gets stoned sometimes to feel better.
i got de-fan'ed by syndromes on orkut! man, what did i do??!! *sniff*
speaking of orkut, if anyone wants to join let me know.
for a brief moment yesterday, i weighed in at 187.6. awesome. but then, i had two full meals, and i'm back to 189.0 today. to those of you who knew me when i was over 200: do i look thinner now?
i wonder if there is a genetic disposition towards nailbiting. if so, then it's weird that my brother and i do so, but our parents don't.
a hint?
so let me ask you guys something.
suppose a girl tells you that she wants you to come to her party, and in the end, she says something like, "plus, going out is an opportunity to meet new people."
the question is: is that a hint that she is not interested in you, and therefore is hinting that you should meet others at her party?
*ponder*
maybe, wishlist, anna
maybe it's the pillows. maybe they're too high for me.
maybe that's why i've got this permanent crick in my neck. that, coupled with the ticcing, may be the reason why that region of my body hurts like a motherfucker.
ok, enough maybe's.
my amazon wishlist is starting to pile up. i wonder when i'm going to break down and start buying some of that stuff for myself. i was shocked when i opened up my 2003 annual credit card summary and found THIRTY-EIGHT purchases from amazon.com. so far, this year, i've only bought the new norah jones cd. the other 20+ items that i want are just conveniently (and longingly) put on my wishlist.
so can anyone tell me who sang the cover of OMD's "if you leave" at the end of last night's _OC_? i found a cover by good charlotte, but that's not it. the way i figure, if i hear it, i'll think of anna leaving. *sniff*
no lunch for me
i had breakfast for the first time in ages. i got out of my psych appointment around 10:15 (i'm upping my dosage of ability from 10 to 15mg), and realized that mcd's serves breakfast until 10:30. and i was hungry. so i drove past my exit on 101 and hit the mcdonald's on great america parkway.
sausage biscuit with egg and a hash brown. $3.23. yum.
and i'm washing it down with a coke. how american can you get?
um, yeah. sorry. my brain is a bit muddled because of the ticcing. like it said, i hate it when my TS interferes with my life. *RAAR*
and i'm sad. anna left _the OC_! even though i didn't like her new hair, i still found her adorable. best of all, she likes tuna melts and wears argyle! *swoon* she had more style than all of the other characters combined. and that was fucking cool.
so fare thee well. a brief golden era of television has passed. sigh.
confidence, cohen