I just blogged...to say...
I love you. I love Stevie Wonder too. No, Actually, I do love NY and my friends. We always, ALWAYS have a blast. There were times when I was younger I was like I’d rather sit in my room and fucking do nothing or hang out with my mom than go out with my friends. Now its like, I cant effing resist. If you call me, anytime, I will hang out with you, unless I have plans, or am sick, or “girlfriends” in on UPN. Wait, you can just come over and watch with me. Yes, Yes, Y’all.
Last night was a blast again. Started out at Welcome to the Johnson’s, then got a free Caiparinha (sp?) at some place. Yeah, I was remembering the Caips I had when I was in Brazil(summer 2002). They were the best. In Brazil I only went out one night a week, Saturday. We took a van an hour way in the woods to this place called the Cachacaria (sp?), so hot. We danced and got pizza and shit. The weird thing we went there with our professor, and I remember hooking up (no, not GJ, your perv) with random guys (Am I a dirt bag?). I hope my prof never saw. Whatever , I heard worse stories from Brazil trips (CU sent us there to study ecology). Oh yeah, I did go out other nights. This farm boy that told all the Americans he was a virgin so he’d get laid would bring us out on horses. We would ride to a bar/house that looked like a garage and play capiuera (again, sp?), throw a stick for a dog to fetch, and drink beer. Then we’d ride the horses really fast into the night. The horses had night vision and the rural area we were in was pitch black, so it was effing awesome. You couldn’t see a damn thing and vines would be flying at your face. Drunk horse riding really damages the bladder. That was one of my many really great trips.
Any way so after that free drink, we went to lit lounge. Always a good time. RS and I danced a lot and talked about Kelly Clarkson. I also had a lot of heart to hearting with my girl SP. Well I told her all of my friends are good catches, (really fucking good) but id pick her to be my lover if she and I were gay. Why? She is a good flirter and we are really “intimate.” Ok, you think I am kidding. But we are really comfortable talking about our priv parts. We also talked about how it’s good to be a girl. Like yeah we are oppressed and shit, but we get to do fucking fun shit and have a lot of feelings and share them. In that respect, we are luckier than men. And now we can have effing careers (well, not totally but not getting into this discussion) and we can have fun and relationships and good friendships. And we are pretty too (well I am not today). Hey, KC – you know all we women do is buy make-up, barbies and make-up for out barbies!!!. Good times.
Oh yeah, and some guys told SP and I that he loved “Bi” people with goal of seeing us make out. Ug, Those kind of guys are whack. We aren’t “Bi” and shut up, BYE.
Love,
GJ
P.S. I did admit last night that one of my favorite activates is butt slapping (giving and receiving). Yikes Ill stop being a perv right now. Ew. No, fuck that, Peaches would be so mad if she read that! Go ahead, be a perv, she’d say. Respeckt.
Last night was a blast again. Started out at Welcome to the Johnson’s, then got a free Caiparinha (sp?) at some place. Yeah, I was remembering the Caips I had when I was in Brazil(summer 2002). They were the best. In Brazil I only went out one night a week, Saturday. We took a van an hour way in the woods to this place called the Cachacaria (sp?), so hot. We danced and got pizza and shit. The weird thing we went there with our professor, and I remember hooking up (no, not GJ, your perv) with random guys (Am I a dirt bag?). I hope my prof never saw. Whatever , I heard worse stories from Brazil trips (CU sent us there to study ecology). Oh yeah, I did go out other nights. This farm boy that told all the Americans he was a virgin so he’d get laid would bring us out on horses. We would ride to a bar/house that looked like a garage and play capiuera (again, sp?), throw a stick for a dog to fetch, and drink beer. Then we’d ride the horses really fast into the night. The horses had night vision and the rural area we were in was pitch black, so it was effing awesome. You couldn’t see a damn thing and vines would be flying at your face. Drunk horse riding really damages the bladder. That was one of my many really great trips.
Any way so after that free drink, we went to lit lounge. Always a good time. RS and I danced a lot and talked about Kelly Clarkson. I also had a lot of heart to hearting with my girl SP. Well I told her all of my friends are good catches, (really fucking good) but id pick her to be my lover if she and I were gay. Why? She is a good flirter and we are really “intimate.” Ok, you think I am kidding. But we are really comfortable talking about our priv parts. We also talked about how it’s good to be a girl. Like yeah we are oppressed and shit, but we get to do fucking fun shit and have a lot of feelings and share them. In that respect, we are luckier than men. And now we can have effing careers (well, not totally but not getting into this discussion) and we can have fun and relationships and good friendships. And we are pretty too (well I am not today). Hey, KC – you know all we women do is buy make-up, barbies and make-up for out barbies!!!. Good times.
Oh yeah, and some guys told SP and I that he loved “Bi” people with goal of seeing us make out. Ug, Those kind of guys are whack. We aren’t “Bi” and shut up, BYE.
Love,
GJ
P.S. I did admit last night that one of my favorite activates is butt slapping (giving and receiving). Yikes Ill stop being a perv right now. Ew. No, fuck that, Peaches would be so mad if she read that! Go ahead, be a perv, she’d say. Respeckt.
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