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hate hate hate!
May. 11th, 2003 11:38 amJust popped the quiche in the oven, which promises to be a happy, happy thing.
Melynda and I went out to Metro last night, played some cards with James, and then headed off to a bar with Rachel to meet some of these people she was in the German play with. They were alright, but I probably would have been happier in Metro frankly. Well, at least I got to drink a Guinness and smoke too much. It's way too hot and humid at night though. It needs to rain, now.
We came home, and ended up staying up til nearly 6am wizarding and watching the Sopranos. Season 3 is fabulous, I'd forgotten all about Meadow's psycho friend at Columbia though I did remember what a jerk that boy was.
Finally got off the computer and crawled into bed where we talked for quite some time about wizarding etiquette, duels, secret societies and more. At some point it turned into me having a little bitch-fest about anything and everything. At one point I was laying on my back and I just started ranting "I am full of hate, hate, hate, hate!" rather loudly and laughing because it really was utterly absurd and silly. Melynda is just boggled, so I laugh harder and shout "Hate!" That's when she decides to tickle me, so I instantly assume the fetal attack position, which involves curling up to protect the body and also allow me to rabbit kick the other person while grabbing their arms. She starts laughing, and then she starts squeaking. Honest to god squeaking. At this point I'm laughing so hard my stomach is cramping, tears are rolling down my face and I can't breathe. It felt rather good, now that I think about it. I'm much less stressed.
Dear god, Melynda's been up less than ten minutes and we're already ranting about hate and giggling again. Hate hate hate! Aaaaaa.
Melynda and I went out to Metro last night, played some cards with James, and then headed off to a bar with Rachel to meet some of these people she was in the German play with. They were alright, but I probably would have been happier in Metro frankly. Well, at least I got to drink a Guinness and smoke too much. It's way too hot and humid at night though. It needs to rain, now.
We came home, and ended up staying up til nearly 6am wizarding and watching the Sopranos. Season 3 is fabulous, I'd forgotten all about Meadow's psycho friend at Columbia though I did remember what a jerk that boy was.
Finally got off the computer and crawled into bed where we talked for quite some time about wizarding etiquette, duels, secret societies and more. At some point it turned into me having a little bitch-fest about anything and everything. At one point I was laying on my back and I just started ranting "I am full of hate, hate, hate, hate!" rather loudly and laughing because it really was utterly absurd and silly. Melynda is just boggled, so I laugh harder and shout "Hate!" That's when she decides to tickle me, so I instantly assume the fetal attack position, which involves curling up to protect the body and also allow me to rabbit kick the other person while grabbing their arms. She starts laughing, and then she starts squeaking. Honest to god squeaking. At this point I'm laughing so hard my stomach is cramping, tears are rolling down my face and I can't breathe. It felt rather good, now that I think about it. I'm much less stressed.
Dear god, Melynda's been up less than ten minutes and we're already ranting about hate and giggling again. Hate hate hate! Aaaaaa.