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this has officially gotten too depressing for me. soo....
tonight is night 1 of dr dog!! they're playing at a small club in st paul called the turf club, which has a capacity of about 300. it just got remodeled last fall, and I haven't been there since it reopened! I'm so so excited - seeing dr dog in such an intimate space is gonna be rad. seeing them on saturday at first ave as a post-GRE celebration too, but there's no way it'll be better than tonight.
the buildup that starts at 3:10 - I'm gonna lose my shit.
this has officially gotten too depressing for me. soo....
tonight is night 1 of dr dog!! they're playing at a small club in st paul called the turf club, which has a capacity of about 300. it just got remodeled last fall, and I haven't been there since it reopened! I'm so so excited - seeing dr dog in such an intimate space is gonna be rad. seeing them on saturday as a post-GRE celebration too, but there's no way it'll be better than tonight.
the buildup that starts at 3:10 - I'm gonna lose my shit.
They should kick ass. They were really good when I saw them recently. Hopefully they're not too tired from One Big Holiday.
Has anyone from Inforoo (as far as you guys know) actually begun a romance w/ a fellow Inforooer? Doesn't count if you were already involved when you signed up.
I actually introduced two inforooers and then performed their wedding ceremony the following year. And I am taking credit for another pairing (cough cough crazykittensmile & CPK!) I've even offered to perform their ceremony too.
Wow. That's v impressive. Three cookies for you. But actually...pretty neat. Do most of these ppl get it on at brunch, or where's the scene of seduction?
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
this has officially gotten too depressing for me. soo....
tonight is night 1 of dr dog!! they're playing at a small club in st paul called the turf club, which has a capacity of about 300. it just got remodeled last fall, and I haven't been there since it reopened! I'm so so excited - seeing dr dog in such an intimate space is gonna be rad. seeing them on saturday as a post-GRE celebration too, but there's no way it'll be better than tonight.
the buildup that starts at 3:10 - I'm gonna lose my shit.
They should kick ass. They were really good when I saw them recently. Hopefully they're not too tired from One Big Holiday.
this will be my 3rd and then 4th time seeing them, so I'm sure they'll be great yet again
I'm hoping they hang around the turf after the show - I have a feeling they will... I have this big fantasy that I'm going to become bffs with them after the show and that they're going to invite me to hang out the whole time they're in town... which I will, unfortunately, have to turn down, as I have to cram for the GRE on saturday. maybe we can grab dinner saturday evening.... sigh....
I actually introduced two inforooers and then performed their wedding ceremony the following year. And I am taking credit for another pairing (cough cough crazykittensmile & CPK!) I've even offered to perform their ceremony too.
Wow. That's v impressive. Three cookies for you. But actually...pretty neat. Do most of these ppl get it on at brunch, or where's the scene of seduction?
Wow. That's v impressive. Three cookies for you. But actually...pretty neat. Do most of these ppl get it on at brunch, or where's the scene of seduction?
Everyone has to get it on at Brunch. It's a rule.
It's true Rummy 500, I was there last year; there was an odd number of people and I was 'last man standing' without a doin-the-sex buddy. My internal dialogue went something close to:
"This is what you have been practicing for; your time to shine, champ".
Wow. That's v impressive. Three cookies for you. But actually...pretty neat. Do most of these ppl get it on at brunch, or where's the scene of seduction?
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
I actually introduced two inforooers and then performed their wedding ceremony the following year. And I am taking credit for another pairing (cough cough crazykittensmile & CPK!) I've even offered to perform their ceremony too.
Wow. That's v impressive. Three cookies for you. But actually...pretty neat. Do most of these ppl get it on at brunch, or where's the scene of seduction?
I used to think that was awesome - you know, being satisfied with yourself without needing anyone else, yadda yadda - but I've recently realized that it's actually the most depressing thing. "I'm happy being single" actually means "I have abandoned all hope of anyone loving me". Don't let anyone twist it into some self-affirming, self-esteemy bullshit. Watching 23 episodes of Desperate Housewives in a row while eating frozen pizza is not "being happy with who you are". It's "my life is completely spiraling out of control so I am anesthetizing myself with gluten and complacency". Then you trick yourself into thinking that potential mates will be attracted to your newfound positivity and sense of self-assuredness. But they're not, because they're too busy mashing genitals with the guy who hates himself so much that he sublimates his sense of self-worth in pursuit of eating a dinner at Golden Corral with a family he marginally likes, followed by only one episode of Desperate Housewives on his slightly-curved TV, which is definitely larger than yours. Because that's what works. Self-loathing is the propeller towards the Happiness Horizon, which forever retreats into distance until you get old and realize that a Mint Chocolate Chip death in your mid-twenties would have probably been the greatest thing to ever happen to you. But you don't realize it until it's too late, which is the only time anyone realizes anything. So be a sadsack and hate yourself until you find someone desperate enough to fuck you multiple times, and consider it a life well lived, because that's as close to "following your bliss" as you're ever going to get. Self-loathing is the fucking best.
But like I said, I'm happy being single, because I have Netflix and wine and a message board, and masturbation being my only option means that orgasms happen when I want them. I have no responsibilities to anyone, I can do what I like, when I like, and if I were to choke on my fifth BallPark Hot Dog of the weekend, no one would find my body for days. It's great.
Being happy is the saddest thing there is.
You must not be showing them shoulders off enough. That's the only explanation for you being single.
I used to think that was awesome - you know, being satisfied with yourself without needing anyone else, yadda yadda - but I've recently realized that it's actually the most depressing thing. "I'm happy being single" actually means "I have abandoned all hope of anyone loving me". Don't let anyone twist it into some self-affirming, self-esteemy bullshit. Watching 23 episodes of Desperate Housewives in a row while eating frozen pizza is not "being happy with who you are". It's "my life is completely spiraling out of control so I am anesthetizing myself with gluten and complacency". Then you trick yourself into thinking that potential mates will be attracted to your newfound positivity and sense of self-assuredness. But they're not, because they're too busy mashing genitals with the guy who hates himself so much that he sublimates his sense of self-worth in pursuit of eating a dinner at Golden Corral with a family he marginally likes, followed by only one episode of Desperate Housewives on his slightly-curved TV, which is definitely larger than yours. Because that's what works. Self-loathing is the propeller towards the Happiness Horizon, which forever retreats into distance until you get old and realize that a Mint Chocolate Chip death in your mid-twenties would have probably been the greatest thing to ever happen to you. But you don't realize it until it's too late, which is the only time anyone realizes anything. So be a sadsack and hate yourself until you find someone desperate enough to fuck you multiple times, and consider it a life well lived, because that's as close to "following your bliss" as you're ever going to get. Self-loathing is the fucking best.
But like I said, I'm happy being single, because I have Netflix and wine and a message board, and masturbation being my only option means that orgasms happen when I want them. I have no responsibilities to anyone, I can do what I like, when I like, and if I were to choke on my fifth BallPark Hot Dog of the weekend, no one would find my body for days. It's great.
Being happy is the saddest thing there is.
You must not be showing them shoulders off enough. That's the only explanation for you being single.
I used to think that was awesome - you know, being satisfied with yourself without needing anyone else, yadda yadda - but I've recently realized that it's actually the most depressing thing. "I'm happy being single" actually means "I have abandoned all hope of anyone loving me". Don't let anyone twist it into some self-affirming, self-esteemy bullshit. Watching 23 episodes of Desperate Housewives in a row while eating frozen pizza is not "being happy with who you are". It's "my life is completely spiraling out of control so I am anesthetizing myself with gluten and complacency". Then you trick yourself into thinking that potential mates will be attracted to your newfound positivity and sense of self-assuredness. But they're not, because they're too busy mashing genitals with the guy who hates himself so much that he sublimates his sense of self-worth in pursuit of eating a dinner at Golden Corral with a family he marginally likes, followed by only one episode of Desperate Housewives on his slightly-curved TV, which is definitely larger than yours. Because that's what works. Self-loathing is the propeller towards the Happiness Horizon, which forever retreats into distance until you get old and realize that a Mint Chocolate Chip death in your mid-twenties would have probably been the greatest thing to ever happen to you. But you don't realize it until it's too late, which is the only time anyone realizes anything. So be a sadsack and hate yourself until you find someone desperate enough to fuck you multiple times, and consider it a life well lived, because that's as close to "following your bliss" as you're ever going to get. Self-loathing is the fucking best.
But like I said, I'm happy being single, because I have Netflix and wine and a message board, and masturbation being my only option means that orgasms happen when I want them. I have no responsibilities to anyone, I can do what I like, when I like, and if I were to choke on my fifth BallPark Hot Dog of the weekend, no one would find my body for days. It's great.
Being happy is the saddest thing there is.
You must not be showing them shoulders off enough. That's the only explanation for you being single.
Jeez, you guys make being single seem so grim. Reading all of this made me want to go buy some Ben & Jerry's and a cat after work.
I actually did that once.
also, it's not the single-ness that I dislike, it's the dating part that I don't like. it's horrible and stressful and stupid.
I haven't been in a relationship in 3.5 years. I've dated quite a bit in the last 2 years. aside from like 2 dudes who have become my friends, it's all been a shit experience.
actually, the stupid buzzfeed quiz result monie and I had last week is surprisingly accurate.
Why am I not surprised? Which was the impulse buy, the cat, or the ice cream?
The shitty dates are what make great dates so enjoyable though!
I used to think that was awesome - you know, being satisfied with yourself without needing anyone else, yadda yadda - but I've recently realized that it's actually the most depressing thing. "I'm happy being single" actually means "I have abandoned all hope of anyone loving me". Don't let anyone twist it into some self-affirming, self-esteemy bullshit. Watching 23 episodes of Desperate Housewives in a row while eating frozen pizza is not "being happy with who you are". It's "my life is completely spiraling out of control so I am anesthetizing myself with gluten and complacency". Then you trick yourself into thinking that potential mates will be attracted to your newfound positivity and sense of self-assuredness. But they're not, because they're too busy mashing genitals with the guy who hates himself so much that he sublimates his sense of self-worth in pursuit of eating a dinner at Golden Corral with a family he marginally likes, followed by only one episode of Desperate Housewives on his slightly-curved TV, which is definitely larger than yours. Because that's what works. Self-loathing is the propeller towards the Happiness Horizon, which forever retreats into distance until you get old and realize that a Mint Chocolate Chip death in your mid-twenties would have probably been the greatest thing to ever happen to you. But you don't realize it until it's too late, which is the only time anyone realizes anything. So be a sadsack and hate yourself until you find someone desperate enough to fuck you multiple times, and consider it a life well lived, because that's as close to "following your bliss" as you're ever going to get. Self-loathing is the fucking best.
But like I said, I'm happy being single, because I have Netflix and wine and a message board, and masturbation being my only option means that orgasms happen when I want them. I have no responsibilities to anyone, I can do what I like, when I like, and if I were to choke on my fifth BallPark Hot Dog of the weekend, no one would find my body for days. It's great.
Being happy is the saddest thing there is.
Okay, you should probably stop whatever your doing and go buy a cat.
It's true Rummy 500, I was there last year; there was an odd number of people and I was 'last man standing' without a doin-the-sex buddy. My internal dialogue went something close to:
"This is what you have been practicing for; your time to shine, champ".
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
I'm just a herding dog trying to corral all the horndogs into one corner of this place.
I like Random Thoughts 7 and nobody can really complain about this thread being nonsense but the last few pages have been garbage to read. I'm concerned that Random Thoughts 7 peaked a few hundred pages ago and it has now gone the way of the Fonz jumped the left shark.
I used to think that was awesome - you know, being satisfied with yourself without needing anyone else, yadda yadda - but I've recently realized that it's actually the most depressing thing. "I'm happy being single" actually means "I have abandoned all hope of anyone loving me". Don't let anyone twist it into some self-affirming, self-esteemy bullshit. Watching 23 episodes of Desperate Housewives in a row while eating frozen pizza is not "being happy with who you are". It's "my life is completely spiraling out of control so I am anesthetizing myself with gluten and complacency". Then you trick yourself into thinking that potential mates will be attracted to your newfound positivity and sense of self-assuredness. But they're not, because they're too busy mashing genitals with the guy who hates himself so much that he sublimates his sense of self-worth in pursuit of eating a dinner at Golden Corral with a family he marginally likes, followed by only one episode of Desperate Housewives on his slightly-curved TV, which is definitely larger than yours. Because that's what works. Self-loathing is the propeller towards the Happiness Horizon, which forever retreats into distance until you get old and realize that a Mint Chocolate Chip death in your mid-twenties would have probably been the greatest thing to ever happen to you. But you don't realize it until it's too late, which is the only time anyone realizes anything. So be a sadsack and hate yourself until you find someone desperate enough to fuck you multiple times, and consider it a life well lived, because that's as close to "following your bliss" as you're ever going to get. Self-loathing is the fucking best.
But like I said, I'm happy being single, because I have Netflix and wine and a message board, and masturbation being my only option means that orgasms happen when I want them. I have no responsibilities to anyone, I can do what I like, when I like, and if I were to choke on my fifth BallPark Hot Dog of the weekend, no one would find my body for days. It's great.
Being happy is the saddest thing there is.
Okay, you should probably stop whatever your doing and go buy a cat.
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And in case anyone is legitimately concerned, I am indeed quite happy and don't care at all whether or not I'm in a relationship. I just have a dark sense of humor and enjoy writing from alternate viewpoints. Life is pretty grand, actually.
5.5/four tet, daphni b2b floating points, avalon emerson 5.12/neil young 5.19/mannequin pussy 5.21/serpentwithfeet 5.25/hozier 6.12-16/bonnaroo 6.28/goose 6.29/goose 9.17/the national + the war on drugs 9.23/sigur ros 9.27-29/making time 10.17/air
And in case anyone is legitimately concerned, I am indeed quite happy and don't care at all whether or not I'm in a relationship. I just have a dark sense of humor and enjoy writing from alternate viewpoints. Life is pretty grand, actually.
5.5/four tet, daphni b2b floating points, avalon emerson 5.12/neil young 5.19/mannequin pussy 5.21/serpentwithfeet 5.25/hozier 6.12-16/bonnaroo 6.28/goose 6.29/goose 9.17/the national + the war on drugs 9.23/sigur ros 9.27-29/making time 10.17/air
5.5/four tet, daphni b2b floating points, avalon emerson 5.12/neil young 5.19/mannequin pussy 5.21/serpentwithfeet 5.25/hozier 6.12-16/bonnaroo 6.28/goose 6.29/goose 9.17/the national + the war on drugs 9.23/sigur ros 9.27-29/making time 10.17/air
also, it's not the single-ness that I dislike, it's the dating part that I don't like. it's horrible and stressful and stupid.
I haven't been in a relationship in 3.5 years. I've dated quite a bit in the last 2 years. aside from like 2 dudes who have become my friends, it's all been a shit experience.
actually, the stupid buzzfeed quiz result monie and I had last week is surprisingly accurate.
Why am I not surprised? Which was the impulse buy, the cat, or the ice cream?
The shitty dates are what make great dates so enjoyable though!
"Sunshine all the time makes a desert."
ice cream is never an impulse buy.
and it's not the dates that are shitty - I've only been on maybe 2 or 3 dates that were really not great. I can talk to just about anyone and really enjoy getting to know people, so that part is fine. it's all the other shit. I could go into it, but I don't feel like ranting about how stupid guys are.
I used to think that was awesome - you know, being satisfied with yourself without needing anyone else, yadda yadda - but I've recently realized that it's actually the most depressing thing. "I'm happy being single" actually means "I have abandoned all hope of anyone loving me". Don't let anyone twist it into some self-affirming, self-esteemy bullshit. Watching 23 episodes of Desperate Housewives in a row while eating frozen pizza is not "being happy with who you are". It's "my life is completely spiraling out of control so I am anesthetizing myself with gluten and complacency". Then you trick yourself into thinking that potential mates will be attracted to your newfound positivity and sense of self-assuredness. But they're not, because they're too busy mashing genitals with the guy who hates himself so much that he sublimates his sense of self-worth in pursuit of eating a dinner at Golden Corral with a family he marginally likes, followed by only one episode of Desperate Housewives on his slightly-curved TV, which is definitely larger than yours. Because that's what works. Self-loathing is the propeller towards the Happiness Horizon, which forever retreats into distance until you get old and realize that a Mint Chocolate Chip death in your mid-twenties would have probably been the greatest thing to ever happen to you. But you don't realize it until it's too late, which is the only time anyone realizes anything. So be a sadsack and hate yourself until you find someone desperate enough to fuck you multiple times, and consider it a life well lived, because that's as close to "following your bliss" as you're ever going to get. Self-loathing is the fucking best.
But like I said, I'm happy being single, because I have Netflix and wine and a message board, and masturbation being my only option means that orgasms happen when I want them. I have no responsibilities to anyone, I can do what I like, when I like, and if I were to choke on my fifth BallPark Hot Dog of the weekend, no one would find my body for days. It's great.
Being happy is the saddest thing there is.
Self-awareness of what you are feeling about the position of your life is sexier than the position of "self-loathing" (that I'm sure you are being a bit self-deprecating about). One of the most difficult parts of being in or out of a relationship is the understanding that that person(s) in your life should be there to make you want to be a better person, not complete you. Maybe you aren't looking for someone to have responsibilities for but instead looking for something to further your life. Unfortunately all that crap comes from within.
But I hear you, mashing genitals is pretty fun too
Why am I not surprised? Which was the impulse buy, the cat, or the ice cream?
The shitty dates are what make great dates so enjoyable though!
"Sunshine all the time makes a desert."
ice cream is never an impulse buy.
and it's not the dates that are shitty - I've only been on maybe 2 or 3 dates that were really not great. I can talk to just about anyone and really enjoy getting to know people, so that part is fine. it's all the other shit. I could go into it, but I don't feel like ranting about how stupid guys are.
*While getting rung up at the grocery store* "Shit, you know what would compliment this Cherry Garcia? A cat." That's the kind of spontaneity this country needs more of.
And hey now, I resent those comments! Internet persona aside, I'm a fucking class A gentleman.