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jesse (of jenny and jesse fame) has his own webpage now. perhaps partially inspired by me! aaahh. anyway, i am linking to it on the side and also here if you wanna go check it out. =)

jason makes funny faces from the bart car at dustin.

dustin: “oh no, you didn’t!”

cute unknown girl: “oh yes he did!”

michele: “try it on her!”

dustin: “i have llamas.”

CUG: “no llamas.”

D: “YES llamas.”

CUG: “seriously, no llamas.”

D: “oh but yes, lla-lla-lla-llllllllllllllamas.”

(click here to go rate the llamas and make sure to read the comments because somewhere in there someone is asking for pictures of llama clits and that’s just plain wrong.)

pictures are now up. which is good since this week’s baseball is fast approaching. which will be on thursday again, same everything else. next week we are moving it to friday to see how that works for people for a week. and then we can discuss and change again if need be.

there’s also a ton of pictures that gene put up on eloise that you should check out. they’re of seattle mostly and driving and riding and a picnic. the movie he did while driving back from santa barbara is hell of fun to watch, though it takes a long time to download.

i do not make out with kristen as i have never made out with kristen and will never make out with kristen. contrary to prevailing popular belief.

zoe’s (and why not?) mouth dropped open in shock as she read dulcinea’s email. threesomes! threesomes! comparatively right below her nose too! later on she realized that hearing D talk about ‘tag-teaming’ when referring to another girl’s vagina was more than just slightly risque. downright amusing is what it really was. but then so are all my made up names so what can you do?

conversation after frantic dialing and impatient wiggling while it rang went a little something like this:

zoe: you did WHAT?!?!?

dulcinea: murmer murmer murmer

Z: HOLY FUCKING CRAP!

….

Z: and then what did you, um, do?

D: well i did a little breast work

Z: YOU ARE FUCKING SHITTING ME!!

D: well i’d tag-teamed out of the vaginal area and her aureoles were looking mighty fine and possibly in need of a good licking. (wouldn’t it be awesome if someone really DID said that?)

Z: sputter sputter

D: am i a dirty whore?

Z: I AM SO JEALOUS OF YOU I CAN’T EVEN TALK!

D: it’s funny because i can tell YOU about this but i couldn’t tell anyone else because they would think i was a dirty whore bound for an opium den.

Z: OPIUM DEN!!

D: there’s got to be something wrong with me.

Z: there’s nothing wrong with you. (seriously) if you can’t tell other people because they are repressed and living in the dark ages that is a them problem and not a you problem. having sex with 2 other people at once is hardly reprehensible particularly when you’re being safe and not doing it with everyone in sight. besides, dude, fucking SWEET.

chalk this one up to a dream i had. no cosmo girl magazine involved. no me. no kristen. no really.

seriously now, that is totally my brother right? he argues that he never made his hair look like that. my mom agrees with him. but i swear somewhere there is a school yearbook picture in which he looks exactly like that. because it’s him. how the hell does classmates get access to people’s yearbook pictures? and why are they casting aspersions on my brother’s marital fate like that? this is just not copasetic at all.

and betty, when you call me, you can call me al

long-hai’s cat girl:

a completely separate picture of long-hai’s that i just really liked:

and i discovered that there’s more pictures on his webpage then we know about. if you go the parent directory you can find them. sneaky.

jesus you guys are hard on julia roberts.

today i signed up for motorcycle lessons. is this shocking to anyone? did anyone not know i was doing this? even my mom knows.

i am by turns terrified and excited. it’s a wonderful feeling. mostly i’m afraid of dying. but i am excited about the experience and the learning how to properly take care of my own mode of transportation thru helpful monthly maintenance training sessions with gene and gene’s dad’s tools. i’m excited about the oopsy daisy gang, and the clothes, and the cool. of course if it turns out to be none of those things and only about the dying, i’ll be very disappointed. i’ll be even more disgusted if somebody dredges this up and reads bits of it at my funeral. keep that in mind, why don’t you.

if anyone else is interested it’s in san francisco, is $212 for the classes which last 2 weeks and i am starting on july 24th. here is the webpage with all the information. come and join a gang with me! we can be biker chicks. and then we can pierce our triangles and be the constantly orgasming biking chicks. fyi that last bit is still under heavy consideration. i think it would be foolish to risk complete desensitization by getting the triangle pierced AND riding a bike. but i might be just stupid enough to do it.