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I am tired. I am ready to sleep the sleep of the ages. Now that the noisy brats next door have moved away I can now go back to being woken up by more conventional means... fucking telemarketers. I got hostile on one today. It felt nice.
Tuesday at Lesley's saw the addition of the lovely and talented![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stitchedsutures and together we marveled at Lesley's drive to feed every living thing that comes within twenty feet of her. She IS hospitallity. We need more people like her :) Lesley told embarassing stories and reminded me why I should not introduce my friends to her :) Then I showed off my greatest contribution to American cinema: G.I. Joe Insider, the proof that I should never be left alone with action figures and a video camera.
The girls also offered to attend my upcoming ten year high school reunion with me, posing as my two redheaded girlfriends while I pose as a millionaire playboy. It's nice, but the more I think about it, the more I think it would be better if they go without me in shiny catsuits and do kung-fu against my old high school classmates while I issue cheerful orders from a speaker box.
Hmm... Tyree's Angels...
Where was I? What was I talking about? Why does it feel hot in here? Damn, what's wrong with these pants?... Anyway, that was my night. I could tell you about later on when wrecks and construction on 435 forced me to seek an alternate route to work which took me through DA HOOD late at night, but it's really not that interesting. I will say, however, that if I ever needed a set of Tyree's Angels complete with catsuits and Kung Fu Battle Grip action, it was then. Did I get them? No. Story of my life...
Tuesday at Lesley's saw the addition of the lovely and talented
stitchedsutures and together we marveled at Lesley's drive to feed every living thing that comes within twenty feet of her. She IS hospitallity. We need more people like her :) Lesley told embarassing stories and reminded me why I should not introduce my friends to her :) Then I showed off my greatest contribution to American cinema: G.I. Joe Insider, the proof that I should never be left alone with action figures and a video camera.The girls also offered to attend my upcoming ten year high school reunion with me, posing as my two redheaded girlfriends while I pose as a millionaire playboy. It's nice, but the more I think about it, the more I think it would be better if they go without me in shiny catsuits and do kung-fu against my old high school classmates while I issue cheerful orders from a speaker box.
Hmm... Tyree's Angels...
Where was I? What was I talking about? Why does it feel hot in here? Damn, what's wrong with these pants?... Anyway, that was my night. I could tell you about later on when wrecks and construction on 435 forced me to seek an alternate route to work which took me through DA HOOD late at night, but it's really not that interesting. I will say, however, that if I ever needed a set of Tyree's Angels complete with catsuits and Kung Fu Battle Grip action, it was then. Did I get them? No. Story of my life...
