- I think “thou shalt not kill” means, “thou shalt not kill anyone or anything.” Even evil dictators, plutocrats, decadent Westerners, minorities, random people, and illiterate brown people in other countries.
- This does not hamper my enjoyment of a good steak.
- I really do like gin tonics (and beer and whiskey, although I’m actually not a big drinker. I’ll drink wine, and like good wine, but I’m not a big connoisseur.)
- I think even an agnostic can strive to attain a state of grace.
- I really love to smoke cigarettes, which makes quitting (which I am currently doing) difficult.
- I’m too lazy to make a good pervert.
- I am obviously an idiot, because although I entered (and finished) that 3-day novel writing contest years ago, I’m doing the nanowrimo thing this year.
- I don’t have a physical “type” of person I am attracted to, although I always find intelligence + slight goofiness irresistable.
- The marriage counselor told a story last night about a friend who, when he was single, used to go up to women at parties and ask, “Do you fuck?” and either got slapped or fucked. And I thought, why the hell didn’t I think of that when I was single? Kids – try it out and tell me if it works.
- Although I’m terribly afraid of heights, I’ve gone parasailing with Beta (who loves dangerous activities) and will also, sometimes relatively soon, go skydiving with her.
Ten things about me
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good luck with the quitting the smoking thing.
I’m kind of wondering what the hell the two of you could have been discussing in front of the marriage counselor to make her decide to bring up this ‘fuck off or be fucked’ story. I’m also kind of wondering if I should really be wondering.
Variation on #9:
Have a woman try this at a party. I’ll bet she doesn’t get slapped even once.
hrm, i can’t remember exactly what brought it up; and it was one of those stories where she segued into it by saying, “something you said 10 minutes ago reminded me of this story…” but yeah. more on the marital counseling tomorrow. prepare for TMI.
(straps on goggles) I’m raedy.
I’ve been spelling like the Bug every day in this new unemployed phase. Which is not so graet if I’m going to write a novel, too.
spelling schmelling. write the book, let the editor run a spell-check, darling.
also, send me a picture of you in those goggles, man.