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azurelunatic) wrote2003-05-01 10:26 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-05-01 10:26 pm
mmmf.
Phone. Darkside answered.
We chatted a while. B's gas tank may well be leaking.
We have a new phrase, commonly understood. "Buffer error." It's for when I try to say something that gets caught in the output buffer that he would really, truly, Not Appreciate if I said it. ...He knows what it means, now.
We had a few words, serious ones, about his status. He'd thought that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
votania was my best friend. He warned me about how he's not exactly the best friend in the world, and mentioned how he'd sat me down in front of a game console, which I probably didn't appreciate, and how between the bus ride, the walking, and the flat tire, I probably didn't have that great of a time. No, beloved. I got to see you.
He's on call for Jury Duty starting June 01, for six months. This, according to him, means that his father will not be able to get him into the Air Force for that time. Which means he gets a longer chance to find something...
We cracked jokes at each other, more sexual than usual. He told me to stop drooling a few times.
Oh, and did I mention that all of this was in an Irish accent on his part? Mmmmf.
Wall-nuts. He checked to confirm that he was still male at one point. Drool.
He says hello to Marx, and says hello and bops on the head with a pillow tovotania and Little Fayoumis.
We spent an hour and a half on the phone. It still wasn't enough. We spent half an hour trying to pry ourselves off the phone. The conversation was interrupted halfway through when he was meddling with the phone plug into the wall, and, surprise, it came unplugged, and evidently that had been the one that the phone was plugged into...
(No. It wasn't deliberate; he wouldn't lie to us. Even Marah knows that.) We called him right back.
We did ask him if he ever wore those boxers we gave him for Christmas. Not under his uniform pants... Clarified that we'd meant as pajamas. No, not really... too modest usually. (Damn!)
We'd had a conversation about his uniform earlier. We'd kidded around about what we'd do if we worked together, and after he locked me in the fridge, I threw my dishwater all over him. He mentioned that sometimes he'd not have his uniform dry when it was time to go to work, so he'd just throw it on wet... guh.
...And to stop drooling. He'd checked to see that nothing showed through.
Mentioned that I knew what style of underwear he wore.
Poked at him about him calling sometime. He might. He didn't say he might, but he might.
I love him.
An hour and a half is not enough.
We chatted a while. B's gas tank may well be leaking.
We have a new phrase, commonly understood. "Buffer error." It's for when I try to say something that gets caught in the output buffer that he would really, truly, Not Appreciate if I said it. ...He knows what it means, now.
We had a few words, serious ones, about his status. He'd thought that
votania was my best friend. He warned me about how he's not exactly the best friend in the world, and mentioned how he'd sat me down in front of a game console, which I probably didn't appreciate, and how between the bus ride, the walking, and the flat tire, I probably didn't have that great of a time. No, beloved. I got to see you. He's on call for Jury Duty starting June 01, for six months. This, according to him, means that his father will not be able to get him into the Air Force for that time. Which means he gets a longer chance to find something...
We cracked jokes at each other, more sexual than usual. He told me to stop drooling a few times.
Oh, and did I mention that all of this was in an Irish accent on his part? Mmmmf.
Wall-nuts. He checked to confirm that he was still male at one point. Drool.
He says hello to Marx, and says hello and bops on the head with a pillow to
votania and Little Fayoumis. We spent an hour and a half on the phone. It still wasn't enough. We spent half an hour trying to pry ourselves off the phone. The conversation was interrupted halfway through when he was meddling with the phone plug into the wall, and, surprise, it came unplugged, and evidently that had been the one that the phone was plugged into...
(No. It wasn't deliberate; he wouldn't lie to us. Even Marah knows that.) We called him right back.
We did ask him if he ever wore those boxers we gave him for Christmas. Not under his uniform pants... Clarified that we'd meant as pajamas. No, not really... too modest usually. (Damn!)
We'd had a conversation about his uniform earlier. We'd kidded around about what we'd do if we worked together, and after he locked me in the fridge, I threw my dishwater all over him. He mentioned that sometimes he'd not have his uniform dry when it was time to go to work, so he'd just throw it on wet... guh.
...And to stop drooling. He'd checked to see that nothing showed through.
Mentioned that I knew what style of underwear he wore.
Poked at him about him calling sometime. He might. He didn't say he might, but he might.
I love him.
An hour and a half is not enough.