Junkie
Moderator Emeritus
Location: Chicago
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Manic Monday - 8/16/2004
The Open Road..
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So, I left the remote office after our meeting with another colleague. As we're leaving, he asks how I feel about the wind in my hair. I'm all about the wind in my hair, I say, it's a bright sunny day, the sky is blue, the top on the Mustang convertible comes off,and we hit the open road, the long way back to the office. Took us about two hours, just have been about an hour and a half, and we surely weren't going the speed limit. But it was awesome... I love a convertible.
Though I just tried to pull a wide tooth comb thru my hair, and let's just say I was incredibly unsuccessful, and practically yanked out a big clump of curls. But the rat's nest look is in this year I hear. I've always wanted to be in fashion.
I wanna go driving again...
Good Morning, Rise and Shine
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I arrive in Chicago at 7:20CDT, and head down to baggage claim, as I am heading down in that direction, I give a call to a colleague who is supposed to be picking me up at the airport so I can be dragged to a meeting that I don't want to go to at a remote office.
She was supposed to be picking up at 7:30, I was calling to ask her where she wanted me to meet me.
YAWN, Oh says she, she's stuck in traffic. Well, points to you for pulling that lie out of your ass so quickly, I ahve clearly just woken you up, and now you have to cover, Oh the traffic is really bad, it's going to be at least 20 -30 minutes, enough time for you to shower, change, put on your 3 coats of makeup and do your hair, I'd guess.
I'll call you when I am closer to the aiport, says she... Would you prefer I just met you out at the remote office, I can jump in a cab, just give me the street address, Oh, no, I'll pick you up, I'll be there as soon as I can.
Now oversleeping happens, I've done it, but not when I have to meet someone, this womean does it regularly, more than likely because she had that gallon of wine the night before, but please, don't lie to me, I'm not that stupid. I've known you how long? I know your habits, I know your tricks, you overslept, just tell me so.
She arrived, an hour and a half after the original call.
AIDS Vaccinne
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As I was leaving the airport, I couldn't help but notice a gentleman with a t-shirt that screamed AIDS Vaccinne, Maine to MOntreal on it, something about a North American AIDS Vaccine push or some such. Is there even an AIDS Vaccine? WHo'd actually take it? Wouldn't it make more sense for people to actually know who they are knocking boots with rather than just screwing anything that moved? It just seems that fear of AIDS is the one thing that keeps people someone sane in their sexual behavior, if there's an vaccine for it, doesn't it give people Carte blanche to do whatever tehy want?
Gawd, am I old, and really way more of a prude than I ever thought. If there's a vaccine for AIDS, I'd be terrified to know about what vaccine resistent disease is coming round the bend. Sex isn't wrong, it's not dirty, but common sense must be appplied.
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