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YIP 365.6: A Dreary Epiphany

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Thanks for all the 365 complimentos. You peeps are all on crack, obviously. For me, I'd say the process was 95% torture and 5% fun: not the greatest payoff. 95% fun to look at AFTERWARD, but as with sex, I like to have my fun DURING.

DAD DON'T READ THE NEXT PARAGRAPH. OH HAI!

Speaking of Sex, do you know anyone I can go on a date with? Yes, preferably in Chicago. If Sashi goes on more dates than me this year (how hard would that be? NOT HARD), I told him I'd eat my hat. (Good thing I didn't say which hat.) And I would like to have sex one or two more times again before I die anyway, so you know, chances the guy will get lucky are GOOD. Email me prospects, please! Thanks!

Posted by Duff at January 8, 2009 11:36 AM

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Sorry...no prospects to share, as I myself have ZERO dating prospects in 2009. But I hope some come through for you...in the alternative I hope you have a hat made out of cheese. Delicious, delicious cheese. ^__^

Posted by: sara at January 8, 2009 12:24 PM

ooh, pretty shots!

p.s. your dad is totally gonna read that, dude. I would.

Posted by: Carrie at January 8, 2009 01:21 PM

hilarious. i would read that last paragraph, too, if i were your dad :)

don't hate on crack. crack ain't whack! and sex, sex definitely ain't whack. but i wouldn't really know...it's been awhile! so don't come looking to me for dates. i'm having enough trouble finding my own! :)

Posted by: mai at January 9, 2009 01:44 AM

I know some great single guys in Chicago... but... (and this may be a deal breaker for you)... they're all 30/31 cause they're dudes I went to school with.

Posted by: indigirl at January 9, 2009 09:15 AM

Apparently Indigirl is your hookup. Nice.

Yup, your dad totally read that last paragraph and spit out his cornflakes while reading it. I can just see it. He'll call you soon.

Posted by: sil at January 9, 2009 11:16 AM

The combination of 'don't read this' and any paragraph containing
the word 'sex' is, of course, irresistible. Anyway, what's so bad
about wanting to have sex? Is this actually a strange idea to your
commentators? (I would consider a new password.)

PS--I don't eat cornflakes.

Posted by: Vox Dei at January 9, 2009 05:37 PM

Hey, don't rule out your dad. He might know some prospects in Chicago. Keep all avenues open, I say! Good luck with this one :)

Posted by: sulu-design at January 10, 2009 11:06 AM

Been listening to any good music lately, tell me about it at djbv.net or send me an email.

Cheers, Bill

Posted by: Bill V at January 13, 2009 11:01 AM

Been listening to any good music lately, tell me about it at djbv.net or send me an email.

Cheers, Bill

Posted by: Bill V at January 13, 2009 11:01 AM

Hey, I just realized I double-commented you, and I don't think I even bothered to read your post the last time I was here! We like the same music, I think you are cute, we could go out anytime. I think you know how to reach me if you like. Cheers, Bill

Posted by: Bill V at February 5, 2009 12:34 PM

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