Also? Friends take you out drinking and deliver you home with a bottle of single malt? Friends make you DRUNK.
If the apocalypse comes, beep me.
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sarameg - Oct 07, 2005 5:10:43 pm PDT #4434 of 10002
§ ita § - Oct 07, 2005 5:11:20 pm PDT #4435 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
a houseboy named Sven?
Check.
I might actually move ita from imaginary to real after 7ish years (or 6ish. Not sure. It's vague)!
Oooooh.....
msbelle - Oct 07, 2005 5:13:25 pm PDT #4436 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Want to be really shocked. I left work at 7ish, WENT OUT WITH FRIENDS, saw another friend sing and saw many friends I had lost contact with. THEN I came home. It is a close approximation of a life.
I might actually move ita from imaginary to real after 7ish years (or 6ish. Not sure. It's vague)! And yet...dialup. Not worthy.
please to explain these sentences. I do not understand. or wait, have you not met ita?
§ ita § - Oct 07, 2005 5:16:53 pm PDT #4437 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I AM NOT SEEING ANYONE THIS EVENING. I AM SO HAPPY.
msbelle - Oct 07, 2005 5:18:23 pm PDT #4438 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Quick, someone in LA drive over to ita's place.
this means I should call you right. I mean, we haven't had our weekly call.
sarameg - Oct 07, 2005 5:22:05 pm PDT #4439 of 10002
Nope. Never met the ita. And yet, I suspect she's been a person I've been familiar with longest online. Or at least cared to. I didn't really hit the chat shit until 1998 or so. And ran into her shortly thereafter, though I have no idea if I posted.
I'm used to imaginary friends.
Back when I was living in Prague, I had a friend from my school working in Prague, who had graduated my freshman year, but who had been an anchor for me. We used to throw parties and such in Praha. But my school friends didn't intersect with her. It was a thing. So I got accused of having an imaginary friend, for nearly 5 months. It was hilarious. They just would..hate each other. I didn't allow them to meet, until the last week or so. And they clashed, oh, they clashed. It was funny. As it was, I hated some of my "imaginary" friend's friends even as they helped me out. It was insane. If I never have to detail Schrodinger's cat to an amorous dude rolling in ecstacy again, I will be very, very happy.
§ ita § - Oct 07, 2005 5:29:04 pm PDT #4440 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
::throws out ecstasy stash::
sarameg - Oct 07, 2005 5:31:45 pm PDT #4441 of 10002
Yeah, whatever. Is your name Bret? If not, I will not hate you. He was such a shit.
Goodlord, I'm screwing up my prepositions.
Lee - Oct 07, 2005 5:37:11 pm PDT #4442 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Friends take you out drinking and deliver you home with a bottle of single malt? Friends make you DRUNK.
I need friends like this. Where do you find them?
I am also not seeing anyone tonight, and I got yummy Chinese food on the way home.
Jesse - Oct 07, 2005 5:37:54 pm PDT #4443 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Also? Friends take you out drinking and deliver you home with a bottle of single malt? Friends make you DRUNK.
HAR!
I went out with grad school friends, but most of them left early, BUT! That meant I spent some extra time with some of the new kids, which was nice. Yay new people.
Tomorrow I'm afraid my one friend is going to want to come over to watch Alias off my DVR, which means I have got to do some cleaning before I meet them at 1. Which means no sleeping till all hours like I did this morning.