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we're looking for a place to have dessert and coffee, but it's midnight and a lot of places are closing early, so we end up at the corner deli buying ben & jerry's, then we start getting whipped cream and maraschino cherries and magic shell. then he says, "you know i'm gonna eat this out of your ass, don't you?" and i grin and laugh and make my way to the cash register with all of it. and then he actually does. man.
no, it's not the guy across the street whose bods we mutually checked out the other night.
"i’m talking the tape on the frames, doom-playing, linux t-shirt wearing, socks-and-sandals sporting ultra-losers. yum!" i feel validated that i'm not the only person who's saying that cute guys are l-a-m-e and that nerds are what really blow my skirt (and ankles) up. even though i'm a practitioner of the "fake nerd" m.o. ("short-sleeved button-up shirts and a 200 dollar one-shoulder backpack"–oh, i've sported that look. i console myself in that the backpack was free, and i eventually gave it to my buddy everardo in playa del carmen while high during y2k) described, there's nothing better than a guy who gets all the jokes on the computer guy sys admin skit on saturday night live or who gets stoned and takes it out on his freaking weblog late at night. you freaking rawk, mr. camper von english. check out his article, "notties: in praise of anti-hotness," on beardburn (thanks for the link, jonno. [allow me to be the first {that i know of} to say that not linking to your friends is the new cool in blogging])
posted September 05, 2001 in delivery, print, sex. 20022000