Hot Damn!
03/06/01
News Flash: Korean Woman in the East Bay Wins California Jackpot.
IT’S NOT ME.
But, hey, wait.
Maybe … maybe she’s got a Korean Catholic son! Oh Mrs., Cho! Mrs. Cho!
In other News: Bertie wins SurvivorBlog2 Jackpot of $125
Min Jung survives Snowboarding Accident:
Well, actually, anything involving me with both feet strapped to a flat stick sounds like an accident doesn’t it?
Picture this.
Take beginners adult lesson, seems fine, get on chair lift to go up. One foot sidled in & riding with my friend RA. As we’re getting off the chair lift, we wind up tugging at each other a bit for support, disaster. Blam. Then scooting out of the way as show boating 9 year olds prepare to run over my head with their snazzy boards.
* Stand at top of hill
* Strap in other foot.
* Go down a bit
* Fall.
* Flail arms wildly to get back up while facing downhill.
* Flip over like turtle on back with feet strapped in so you are facing uphill.
* Push self upwards and stand again.
* Now facing uphill, slipping backwards.
* Fall forward on knees.
* Repeat getting up procedure (facing forward)
* Stand up.
* Go 2 feet backwards
* Fall on ass backwards. Hard.
* Try to smile as onlookers squirm and wince in pain just “watching” you
* Repeat.
* Facing forward and on butt, resting, breath & try not to cry.
* Scoot three feet to the left to avoid the psycho Japanese girl shouting & tumbling down the hill.
* Repeat getting up & falling, flipping over & turning, falling again sequence.
* Get banged into by psycho Japanese girl’s other friend. (I wish I were kidding)
* Repeat.
Actually the trip was still pretty enjoyable.
Of note were singing challenges between cars on talkabouts, sledding, Kim chi bowl noodles, lots of curry rice, being able to call people in your bible study “Ass Hole” (well, in the context of the card game anyway) and staying at the most amazing little chalet for *Free*. There were also a few instances of getting lost and attempts at starting up a game of twister. Those attempts failed. Thank goodness. Driving through snow, snow, snow, and more snow, then rain, rain, rain and more rain and safely getting back home.
After getting back last night, I learned that Sblog2 was over and that I could get back to the rest of my life. I also, as a birthday gift, had to send a naked picture of my clavicle and collarbone to a friend. Don’t ask. No I’m not cybering you freak.
My whole body still aches from boarding, but I’m alive. I expect to be in full recovery by the time I swing in to Texas this Friday. Hope so at least.
All My Exes Live In Texas — No, not really
I must admit I’m a little nervous about meeting some of these people for the first time and sharing a hotel room with them. I mean, they’re all nice from what I’ve been able to tell so far, but it’s still a little wacky no? At least I’ve met and spent time with Ernie. I’m probably going to be sharing a bed with him. Phew, nice and safe plus we’ve already cuddled a couple of times before during our trip to LA. Nothing like sleeping next to a gay man to make you feel comfortable and uncomplicated. I’ve talked to Kev & Bertie on the phone a bit but not too much. Ritchie of course I’ve had some good AIM chats with so I’m sure he’ll be non psycho. *Grin*. I just hope no one makes a super stinky if we have to share a bathroom.
Coma bound - Porn Mistress
Regarding the Porn Project: Hmmm what should be the next scene?
Do I have to go in sequence? I’d feel a little weird picking up the drafting of a scene that I’m supposedly in (CG)
Wooo… I gotta idea.
Scene 3
Ed walk over to CG & slowly unstraps the backpack of cookies from CG’s slim shoulders.
CG nervously leans down her cotton candy polished nails to hitch up her right white knee high sock, which has slipped down her firm tender calf. In spite of the cloying smell of deep fried foot long egg rolls, and other sweet & sticky sauces on Ed’s shirt, she can sense the overwhelming pheromones of Ed’s masculinity emanating from his slacks.
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