TUESDAY, MAY 18, 2004
I just took a long lunch with F and made a quick $400. When I returned to the office, I heard that my boss was asking about my whereabouts. Loser.
POSTED BY THE WASHINGTONIENNE AT 2:10 PM
RS called last night. He had a visitor flying in from NYC who was stuck in a holding pattern over DC for an hour. (Who flies from NY to DC anymore? Take the train! Or the $10 Chinatown bus.)
He was bored, so he picked me up and took me back to his house. His friend arrived around 11:30pm, and was exhausted from his hellish plan ride. So Rob and I went upstairs and got ready for bed.
Warning: the following passage is extremely corny. Get ready to vom.
So I get into bed and by then, it's midnight.
"What time is it?" RS asks.
"Midnight," I reply.
"Do you know what that means?"
"Uh...no."
{{/usCountry}}"Uh...no."
{{/usCountry}}"That means it's your birthday." And he pulls out this pink and green package, and I just know it's a new Lilly dress.
And it was. Then we fucked missionary. And he came. With a condom on.
Then he was like, "Who the hell comes missionary anymore?!"
Is that the quote of the day or what?
POSTED BY THE WASHINGTONIENNE AT 10:59 AM
MONDAY, MAY 17, 2004
Rec'd an e-mail from J today:
Hey there. Ughh, I broke up with my girlfriend last night. I hate that shit. There is nothing worse. Except when you work together!!! AH...what was I thinking?? Anyway, what's new with you??
I wrote back:
Ha. I knew this would happen.
So J is unattached. Too bad he lives in the middle of nowhere. Maybe he'll move out here. THAT would make my blog more interesting!
POSTED BY THE WASHINGTONIENNE AT 3:05 PM
A Syracuse girl makes good:
http://www.nypost.com/gossip/21055.htm
POSTED BY THE WASHINGTONIENNE AT 10:34 AM
First, I want to give a shout-out to my friend's blog, Clueless. It is much funnier than mine. I sent her an e-mail telling her this and she wrote back:
"You're crazy--my blog is so boring compared to yours. I'm like, ooooh, I made eye contact with someone today! Yours actually has action occurring on a daily basis. Trust me, it's very entertaining."
Not so today. I had a lovely weekend, but nothing awesome happened.
Like, on Friday, I ate a really good quesadilla and went to a movie. (So what?)
On Saturday, I went to Eastern Market with RS and we walked around holding hands. (Who cares?)
On Sunday, I did errands. (Bring a book!)
Oh, I forgot: I learned that RS has a twin! (Unf, nobody finds this as fascinating as I do.)
Getting involved in a new relationship really just means ruining your nightlife. I resolve not to let this happen to me: I got bored and restless in my last relationship, and look what happened. Call it Madame Bovary Syndrome. Going out and getting trashed at least three times a week is the only cure.
POSTED BY THE WASHINGTONIENNE AT 8:56 AM