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12.17.2004 - link oh, how the mighty have fallen (don't worry, the mighty happen to be quite short, therefore the fall was mostly painless.) i like to tell myself and anyone around me who'll actually listen about how i'm not actually a girl. ok, sure, i'm a girl in that i have tits and a vagina, but mostly i tend to be one of the guys. a dude. a veritable frat boy trapped in a girl's body. i drink a lot. i burp. really loudly. i don't call when i say i will. i don't pick up when you call. i watch porn. i masturbate with a fury. in fact, i actually like sex. i wear dirty clothes from the bottom of the hamper. i have a fear of commitment. and no, i don't want to talk about our relationship. again. or ever. so what i'd like to know is what the *fuck* happened last night after i consumed a fairly respectable (and by respectable i mean a lot and by a lot i mean a shit load) amount of alcohol with a boy i like who's a little skittish about our (for lack of a better or easier or more appropriate word) relationship but who is really great in almost every other way. ok, so we were out. on a date/non-date. we decided last week that we're not actually dating, you see. what we're doing instead, because we're contrarians and don't like to do anything the easy way, is spending time with each other. so last night we were out spending time with each other and eating sushi and drinking the aforementioned respectable amount of alcohol and everything was super. maybe even perfect. and then somewhere between kissing goodnight and me falling asleep, the hibernating girl laying dormant deep within my frat boy persona began to wake from her 29 year slumber - and she was not amused. in fact, so violent was her rousing that the frat boy ran home to his mother until the beast was tamed. without pause, the girl drunk dialed the boy. at 1.30am. she had questions. she had ultimatums. she demanded answers. this (for lack of a better or easier or more appropriate word) relationship was confusing her. and clearly, she *wanted* to talk about it. the boy was a champ. he endured and even participated in the conversation. when it became clear that there were no immediate answers, the girl passed out. and then, in the morning, after not enough hours of tortured sleeping and dreaming, i woke up the same old frat boy dana i always was and boy was i relieved. it was then, in a moment of clarity one can only have on a hazy morning after, that i slipped the already-passed out stupid inner girl some roofies, lifted her up over my shoulder, and threw her into a dark closet with hopes that she continues to sleep for many years to come. goodnight, stupid inner girl, and sweet dreams. - - - 12.7.2004 - link vote! vote! vote! i know what you're thinking - not another political post. but yes, this is another political post. vote for me as jennifer's most quotable friend. your vote counts. rock the vote. vote or die. blah, blah, blah, etc. - - - 12.3.2004 - link how to annoy me with a nod to dooce for the title send me optimized, flattened jpegs or pdfs and ask if i can quickly make changes to the copy and provide you with high res versions of both files before end of day today and then act surprised when i tell you that i can't without the source files. who are you people and how did you graduate from college high school? - - -