L writes,
we need to re-up on DBI; i was reading it again tonight and it is funny, relevant and necessary.
M writes,
funny
i was thinking the same thing
sort of
well not really
i was really thinking that i want to write some now but i can’t write for dappjuice
cause i don’t feel like being intelligent
i feel snarky and cynical and would prefer to look down my liberal wingnut nose at everyone
L writes,
i just fucking love you.
M writes,
i thought the world was off-kilter
but it turns out to be an ok place to live after all
L writes,
ROFLMAO
one of the “girls” in our vegas trip was marge simpson’s sister – raspy voice et al -
i’ll have to send you the vid (if i didn’t already)
yeah – the world isn’t too bad a place, as long as you don’t have to raise anyone, clean poop or otherwise have responsibility -
next life i’m gonna be a militant lesbian with relationship issues, and who has no interest in cooking.
M writes,
next life i want to be june cleaver or marge simpson
they are both women who are fulfilled with their lot in life, have husbands who pay for everythign and can do whatever they want between dropping the kids off at school and when hubby comes home.
i can’t remember either of them ever doing laundry…
L writes,
yes, you are correct -
reality sucks and cartoonism rocks.
unfortunately, reality bites the proverbial cartoon arse.
and even so, i’m seriously considering leaving chris with mark and moving to sf to be with my cab-driver/musician fantasy wannabe, and blowing off any semblance of normalcy i may have left between now and the next twenty five years…
unless someone gives me a reason not…
which, i don’t see happening.
M writes,
sadly, after a month, the cab-driver/musician fantasy wannabe will fart in bed, ignore you when you speak and want a blowjob after taking the garbage out.
L writes,
sadly, cabdriver-musician wanted a bj long before garbage day, (which i didn’t provide due to TMJ issues) neglected to take the garbage out after a home cooked dinner and farted in the car on the way to golden gate park.
i want a wife.
M writes,
i want a cookie.
