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raybearLast night in a dream I went on and on and on and on to some person about how much I hate Ginuwine. Right now I'm jamming to his new single "Hell Yeah", freshly delivered to me from Damon who downloaded some new songs for my broke a$$ for tomorrow night. The irony is not lost on me.
Today I'm wearing Expand-O-Matic pants. Expand-O-Matic basically means "cheap polyester dress pants for big guys". However, my pants are possibly one-size too small and are doing no expanding. I'm sure some people might deem it criminal how tight these pants are on me, but for them I have two words: hott. I've paired them with a navy blue sweater vest. They're almost the exact blue-grey color as my Mr. Goodwrench jacket, so when outside I sort of look like I'm wearing a jumpsuit. And my head is freshly shaved. I'm feeling sassy today.
Last night started off well with a hot booty call, then I went home to eat leftover guacamole. Then once again, instead of cleaning the apartment or preparing for my gig on Friday night, I did something fun.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nineinchlovely and lakenaiad stopped by after dinner for a visit. We watched a little television, but then I got anxious so I cajoled them into doing an arts project with me. We sliced and diced my back issues of Esquire and made collages. I made two, one called Stop Texting Street which is about it bands and one called Glossy which could be called "Male Gaze" but that would be redundant. I just kept chuckling to myself when cutting out headless scantily clad women and fully-dressed men's faces. Riley made a sex collage too but his had less of a commodity feel. Mine's going to go in the bathroom with my The Devil and Miss Jones poster.
We didn't finish our art projects until after midnight, and I resisted the temptation to stay up after they left -- I was tempted to take everything off the wall and start over in my decorating, but that seemed extremely premature. So instead I went to bed. And got woken up when the clock said 1:50 am (it was really 1:35 am) and even though I know it was because my phone was ringing, I swear I don't remember actually hearing the sound of the phone. It's more like I just rolled over and pressed the "talk" button then started doing so as if I was just continuing the conversation in my dreams. Not about Ginuwine though -- that came later in the evening.
Today I'm wearing Expand-O-Matic pants. Expand-O-Matic basically means "cheap polyester dress pants for big guys". However, my pants are possibly one-size too small and are doing no expanding. I'm sure some people might deem it criminal how tight these pants are on me, but for them I have two words: hott. I've paired them with a navy blue sweater vest. They're almost the exact blue-grey color as my Mr. Goodwrench jacket, so when outside I sort of look like I'm wearing a jumpsuit. And my head is freshly shaved. I'm feeling sassy today.
Last night started off well with a hot booty call, then I went home to eat leftover guacamole. Then once again, instead of cleaning the apartment or preparing for my gig on Friday night, I did something fun.
nineinchlovely and lakenaiad stopped by after dinner for a visit. We watched a little television, but then I got anxious so I cajoled them into doing an arts project with me. We sliced and diced my back issues of Esquire and made collages. I made two, one called Stop Texting Street which is about it bands and one called Glossy which could be called "Male Gaze" but that would be redundant. I just kept chuckling to myself when cutting out headless scantily clad women and fully-dressed men's faces. Riley made a sex collage too but his had less of a commodity feel. Mine's going to go in the bathroom with my The Devil and Miss Jones poster.We didn't finish our art projects until after midnight, and I resisted the temptation to stay up after they left -- I was tempted to take everything off the wall and start over in my decorating, but that seemed extremely premature. So instead I went to bed. And got woken up when the clock said 1:50 am (it was really 1:35 am) and even though I know it was because my phone was ringing, I swear I don't remember actually hearing the sound of the phone. It's more like I just rolled over and pressed the "talk" button then started doing so as if I was just continuing the conversation in my dreams. Not about Ginuwine though -- that came later in the evening.
