My Own Journey To The West!

[puddingcat]

I've told O I'll do the Great Race and passed on munchkinott's link to the Corvette dealer.

The track day is in Vegas! How cool is that! O's something of a poker player too; I'll just have to take along a corset & distract everyone else ;)

Good grief. I'm excited enough about this that I'm not worried any more about spending a week with someone who'll be an ex-work friend and what he might think of me by the end.


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Addendum: Things not to say in the office, Part n=n+1.

H: My brother's getting married. Everybody's getting married except me.
Me: I'm not getitng married. I'm not even getting laid.

H laughed so much she cried. G (H's red haired sidekick) went scarlet.

Note to Self. Engage brain, *then* open mouth.

Comments

[munchkinott.livejournal.com]

I've told O I'll do the Great Race

DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE! *bounces up and down* This will be the most awesome, exciting, otherwise fabulous and life-affirming thing you've ever done. *massive hug*

what he might think of me by the end.

Don't worry, he'll only think you're THE MOST AWESOME WOMAN WHO EVER LIVED. Cross-continental coast-to-coast racing with a corset-compulsive - I'm sorry but that is immeasurably cool. Anyone who thinks otherwise needs their head examined.

Me: I'm not getitng married. I'm not even getting laid.

*raises hand* Me either. I've decided there are greater things in the universe at-large than the pursuit of meaningless sex... I haven't found what these things are yet, but at least I'm deluding myself that they're there. *nods firmly*

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

I'll settle for the *second* most awesome, etc - I don't want to upset his fiancee!

Meaningless sex can be the best sort. No ties (you know what I mean), no comebacks, no awkward conversations...

[munchkinott.livejournal.com]

You won't upset her. Really. You're a living icon of religion-forming deification... How could that POSSIBLY upset anyone?

On the Meaningless Sex front - you have a point. The only problem is I reached the apathetic 'oh screw it, why bother! I've got porn!' point a loooong time ago. *headdesks* I am occasionally frequently be partial to getting what's known as A Bloody Good Seeing-To. Unfortunately I mastered sarcastic and unapproachable after passing my GCSE in obliviousness. So even when I'm aware I'm being hit on I give off the 'you do not have a snowflake's chance in hell' vibe.

*head. desk.*