so much for having small dinners and trying to lose weight. last night, i met up with some bowling peeps at southland and had a large plate of combo fried rice. and this afternoon, adam, freshly returned from china, called me up to tell me that he and rae are craving burritos, so we're hitting up los charros for some wet burrito action tonight. i do love that stuff, but what about my diet?
so it looks like sunday is going to be fully packed with jimmy's wedding stuff. i (and a bunch of other people) am slated to help set up chairs (250 of them) and tables for the ceremony. i think we need to be there in the early afternoon, so right after getting up, getting dressed, and having lunch, we're headed off up to the city to help out. i'm gonna miss the selection sunday news! (i really want stanford to be a #3 seed, not #4.)
after southland last night, i rushed home to watch the stanford/arizona game. it was tied 15-15 when i turned on the tv, so i was glad that i didn't miss too much of the beginning. the game was tight most of the way, but stanford just wore down arizona in the end. i think arizona only played like 6-7 players because of their shallow bench. yay! tonight's game vs. wazzu is gonna be tough.
i was talking to my friend J about the spitzer thing, and we moved over to talking about legalizing prostitution. i don't think it's a bad idea. and then i thought about those high class call girls/escorts, like the ones i posted up a few weeks ago (courtesan elise and amy taylor). so if you're going on a date with those girls, how do you know if you're going to get some? sex isn't guaranteed, right? or is it? like, after dinner, you're walking back to your place or dropping her off, what's the etiquette of requesting sex? i guess it's like massage parlor etiquette. sex might be understood, but you still gotta know how to ask for it politely.
speaking of sex, i had this crazy dream this morning. i dreamt that i was watching this nine inch nails music video, and the video featured trent reznor having sex with these two girls stacked on top of each other. they were fairly hot girls, and what i remember most clearly was that their vadges were *very* attractive. i know, you're thinking, "what makes a vagina attractive?" what makes them hot is that they're shaved for one, and second, they're very pink inside, and third, they're not flappy and asymmetrical and have excess folds. that's the best i can explain it. clean and elegant looking vulva. so TASTY.
i remember the first time i saw a live vagina. i was with my first gf, and we were naked, messing around. we were under the covers (it was morning), and i kissed her from the top of her face all the way down to her thighs. then, i paused, lifted the covers, and took a long hard look. i was astounded. it remember thinking it was a little different from the ones i had seen in magazines and porn videos, because it was so *real*. i didn't pause too long, though, because i didn't want to make her think that i was staring and making her feel self-conscious. but that image of her vadge is seared into my memory.
i am convinced that the stone roses song "going down" is about giving a girl head. there's that line "yeah, she looks like a painting, jackson pollock's number five." it's gotta be about her pubic region, right? my friend randy from when we were in japan once told me that the song reminded her of her sister, and i was like, "uh, um... i think the song is about muffdiving." and he immediately gave me a shocked expression and never mentioned her sister again.
you know, people (like elaine from _seinfeld_ from that naked girlfriend episode) say that schlongs are ugly things. ok, they're not the prettiest of sights, but i would argue that a woman's privates aren't a work of art either. sure, from afar, all you see is the labia majora, and it's very clean and smooth. but once it's all splayed open, and you see all the other "stuff," it's not always beautiful. sometimes, it's a mess; some girls have really long droopy thick brown wrinkled labia minora, for example. there was once a time when my ex and i had finished romping, and i was sitting up on the bed, looking down at her crotch, and i was like, "damn, that ain't an attractive thing i just banged."
damn. i'm still burping up my korean lunch. i don't know if i'll be able to stomach a wet burrito in an hour. and plus, since i'm on castro, i'll want frozen yogurt, too. ugh, the gluttony of it all!
ok, i'm out of here. have a great weekend folks!