We got a whole big fat world to see
Aug. 14th, 2003 12:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silverfae9Ok, so I failed. Completely. I tried real hard, but once Becky left work, it just went downhill. They suck. I am -tired- of being broke.
So instead, I came home and watched The Cat's Meow for the bazillionth time. I just love those 20's dresses. And I'm trying to break in some sandals I never wear, so it's entertaining to wander around my house with shoes on. And then I had a phone call from the ever-surprising Toby, and since I seem to be so fond of telling everyone my conversations with other people lately, I figured I'd repeat the most entertaining bit. Herewith:
Toby: sex isn't like chicken soup, mouse. You can't just have it whenever you're depressed to make yourself feel better.
samantha: I don't know what you're talking about, Tobe. It's always worked before. Besides, you don't see me actually doing anything about it, now do you? It's not like I grab my club and go drag men home by their hair every Saturday night or something. And aren't you the one that keeps telling me to date, anyways?
Toby: yes mouse, but I'm talking hand-holding, rainy Saturday afternoon type dating. You know what my fantasy is?
samantha: no, but I have a sinking feeling that you're about to tell me.
Toby: you're so perceptive, my little bunny. My fantasy is to meet a woman who, when she gets up from giving me head, her knees don't pop. That's like, ultimate dream woman right there.
samantha: I can't tell you how much these little chats of ours warm my heart.
My stereo is insane. It hates all of my cds. Who needs a drink?
So instead, I came home and watched The Cat's Meow for the bazillionth time. I just love those 20's dresses. And I'm trying to break in some sandals I never wear, so it's entertaining to wander around my house with shoes on. And then I had a phone call from the ever-surprising Toby, and since I seem to be so fond of telling everyone my conversations with other people lately, I figured I'd repeat the most entertaining bit. Herewith:
Toby: sex isn't like chicken soup, mouse. You can't just have it whenever you're depressed to make yourself feel better.
samantha: I don't know what you're talking about, Tobe. It's always worked before. Besides, you don't see me actually doing anything about it, now do you? It's not like I grab my club and go drag men home by their hair every Saturday night or something. And aren't you the one that keeps telling me to date, anyways?
Toby: yes mouse, but I'm talking hand-holding, rainy Saturday afternoon type dating. You know what my fantasy is?
samantha: no, but I have a sinking feeling that you're about to tell me.
Toby: you're so perceptive, my little bunny. My fantasy is to meet a woman who, when she gets up from giving me head, her knees don't pop. That's like, ultimate dream woman right there.
samantha: I can't tell you how much these little chats of ours warm my heart.
My stereo is insane. It hates all of my cds. Who needs a drink?
