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Jan. 27th, 2003 01:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
like_a_clownI made John squirt Diet Rite out his nose tonight.
We were watching TV, and there was fluffy news item about TVs in NYC taxis. John said "Wouldn't that be cool if there were PORN cabs?" Which made Dana say "Porn cab reminds me of corn pops." Which got us talking about sex-object-shaped food -- penis pasta, which I've seen in stores, and something else that Dana saw. And then we got around to inventing our own.
When I got up for the bathroom, I said "So we've gotta write down what we came up with -- Wiener Flakes, Gummi Cocks, which, when combined, make a Bowl Of Dick."
And John snorted Diet Rite on himself.
In other news: went home Fri nite, saw the grandparents off on Saturday morning. Saw Lauren and Ben for a pint and some chips at the Olde Ship in Fullerton, and then dinner with the folks at Marie Callender's, after dropping Jenny off at her 18-year-old friend's house for a sleepover (presumably Pokemon-themed). Then I came back up here and hung out at Terry's with John, Dana, Toni, their friend Mike, Joel, Ryan, Terry, and a hundred or two strangers that came to watch the band and pilfer the beer. John, Dana, Mike and I went to the beach -- only to realize, after having walked along the cliff for a couple hundred yards, that high tide wasn't going OUT -- it was coming IN. I had wet legs, and my shoes are stil outside drying.
But we had a great time, and even though, at the beach, I partook in that which I have sworn off several times (yet which seems always to become a great idea when I'm really drunk), I felt great this morning. Aside from that stomach-boiling kind of wierdness and a little loopiness, no nausea or hangover. I even went to the gym tonight, and now I'm all warmfuzzy. I met up with Marny and Melinda from work, there, as they wee just exiting a yoga class and I was on a bike. (This was after getting a lonely pint at Old King's Road and watching the Raiders' hopes of championship go down in flames.)
I've gotta keep going to the gym. I always feel so good after I work out, and I really should continue to chip away at my un-fitness level. I even bought fruit tonight instead of easy snax, while I wa at the grocery store, and cereal that is supposed to be at least marginally better than what I have been eating.
We were watching TV, and there was fluffy news item about TVs in NYC taxis. John said "Wouldn't that be cool if there were PORN cabs?" Which made Dana say "Porn cab reminds me of corn pops." Which got us talking about sex-object-shaped food -- penis pasta, which I've seen in stores, and something else that Dana saw. And then we got around to inventing our own.
When I got up for the bathroom, I said "So we've gotta write down what we came up with -- Wiener Flakes, Gummi Cocks, which, when combined, make a Bowl Of Dick."
And John snorted Diet Rite on himself.
In other news: went home Fri nite, saw the grandparents off on Saturday morning. Saw Lauren and Ben for a pint and some chips at the Olde Ship in Fullerton, and then dinner with the folks at Marie Callender's, after dropping Jenny off at her 18-year-old friend's house for a sleepover (presumably Pokemon-themed). Then I came back up here and hung out at Terry's with John, Dana, Toni, their friend Mike, Joel, Ryan, Terry, and a hundred or two strangers that came to watch the band and pilfer the beer. John, Dana, Mike and I went to the beach -- only to realize, after having walked along the cliff for a couple hundred yards, that high tide wasn't going OUT -- it was coming IN. I had wet legs, and my shoes are stil outside drying.
But we had a great time, and even though, at the beach, I partook in that which I have sworn off several times (yet which seems always to become a great idea when I'm really drunk), I felt great this morning. Aside from that stomach-boiling kind of wierdness and a little loopiness, no nausea or hangover. I even went to the gym tonight, and now I'm all warmfuzzy. I met up with Marny and Melinda from work, there, as they wee just exiting a yoga class and I was on a bike. (This was after getting a lonely pint at Old King's Road and watching the Raiders' hopes of championship go down in flames.)
I've gotta keep going to the gym. I always feel so good after I work out, and I really should continue to chip away at my un-fitness level. I even bought fruit tonight instead of easy snax, while I wa at the grocery store, and cereal that is supposed to be at least marginally better than what I have been eating.
