I'm wondering if I'm trying to take on too much this semester: school, work, and newspaper. It doesn't sound like alot, but with homework and stories for the Edge I think it could be alot. Work however is quite another story. I enjoy Semolino's and the old "I hate this damnable coffeeshop" feeling I had with Kukkabah is gone.
I especially enjoy the 50% discount I get on food. Cause hot damn they have THE best scones (from my personal mid-western-mildly-cultured perspective) and the Raspberry Vinagrette dressing is simply divine (I sound SO gay.) But, hey, I enjoy being a bit different and having a sense of fashion and taste. (even though, once again, being in the mid-west and having a frugal nature I don't often appear so.)
I want to dress up, get all studly and go to some nice place; plaza-esque. But not too overly formal . . . I hate dressy, dressy clothing. Especially tuxes. So Ms. Whosoever that is going to marry me needs to realize that Damien will not be wearing a tux at our wedding. (I will bend in every other area but this . . . well and the sex part. I will be planning the wedding night!)
If there were a disclaimer for the latter comment it would read thus: Apologies for the sex comment, but I have been discussing such, in quite detailed discussions, with friends, alot, because two of my bestest are getting married Saturday. So sex talks are of utmost importance now and so are thongs, but we won't go into that.
Luv,
Clay
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2 comments:
yikes! Didn't realize you men were all intense about making the sex so specific. It was so fun sittin' w/ u and Ang @ Sem today. Your vanilla soy frappes kick BUTT! sorry about the blog lack. I, too, have fallen off the wagon. I posted you my email, though! Lapin me!
Sex talks are always fun.
Adam
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