Note to self: Stop making plans Well, I called The Boy (I'm getting to be a real pro at the calling thing!) and he can't make it. His sis left town and he has no one to puppy-sit. So no frolicking fun for Bethy. That's okay tho. I haven't cleaned at all. There are still wine bottles all over my floor and only 2 of my 4 pillows are sporting cases. On Wednesday, I was the only typist at work. Surprise, surprise. I got off early tho, so that was nice. Of course, when I got home there was no power. My room looked like daylight tho thanks to my lovely candle obession. I fell asleep for awhile out of sheer boredom and woke up to the sound of trees falling apart. Gotta love that ice. The power came back on around 10:00pm. Today, I wore a skirt. Who gets chosen to climb around on top of desks and chairs to decorate the office?? The short girl in a skirt, naturally. Oddly enough, I had completely forgotten that I was sans undies today until I got home (at 3:00pm cuz there was no kind of work to be done at the office today.) I spent the day hanging decorations from ceiling tiles and cutting out little paper snowflakes for our Charlie Brown tree. Prepress is all festive now. Ho Ho Ho!! I actually bought a christmas present today. I got my secret santa from work a present while I was at Wal-Mart. Well, not my secret santa. I'm her secret santa, but you know what I mean right? I also got myself some shampoo and a spiffy new pair of fishnet stockings. Unfortunately, some little whore switched the stockings with actual pantyhose. Now I have to return them. I paid for stockings and stockings are what I want damn it! The Boy didn't know the difference. For those of you who don't know, thigh highs (which I call stockings) go well, thigh high obviously, pantyhose go all the way up to the waist. I guess most boys don't think about stuff like that. No thinking required on their part, just looking and so forth. But I believe I am not alone in thinking that stockings are much better. They make me feel all girly, ya know, in a Betty Page kinda way. posted by Beth 7:01 PM . . . Monday, December 09, 2002 Naked Time So I had an enjoyable weekend. Friday night I went to the bar per usual and played pool. I played pool poorly. I always do, but it was still fun. Saturday Aud and I went to visit Zeke in Frostburg. I had fun showing Audrey where I lived when I had the lustful crush on Neil, and the laundry room where all my black undies were stolen. The only bit of saddness was when I realized that I am way too old for college life. Granted, I've only been away from college life for almost 2 years, but still. It's amazing how much changes in that small amount of time. Everything changes. It was weird being in bars and places that I used to go and not see friendly faces. Damn, even the bartenders where diffierent. It was just weird for me. I have that aversion to change and all. Anyhoo, back to the "I'm too old for this crap" part. I was tired way too early. I wasn't really that drunk, but I was tired as hell while everyone else was still going strong. I used to open and close Repub, now I can barely keep my eyes open during "naked time" in the lounge. That's right....naked time. I did not participate in "naked time." Another sign that I have left my college years behind me. I can't even begin to tell you how many times I flashed Main Street or how many times frat boys took pictures of my boobs, but somehow I had no desire to bare anything during "naked time." There was beer, whisky, talk of bondage, red-headed sluts (other than Audrey hehe), Jolly Ranchers, cherries soaked in 151, dreamsicles, boys in their underwear letting anyone and everyone feel their asses.....yes, it was an enjoyable weekend. Eric told me about a new Jack The Ripper book by Patricia Cromwell. I am intrigued. She seems to believe that she has it all figured out. We shall see. For all those interested, there is a special on TLC tonight at 10pm about her findings. I shall be watching. posted by Beth 5:53 PM . . .
Naked Time So I had an enjoyable weekend. Friday night I went to the bar per usual and played pool. I played pool poorly. I always do, but it was still fun. Saturday Aud and I went to visit Zeke in Frostburg. I had fun showing Audrey where I lived when I had the lustful crush on Neil, and the laundry room where all my black undies were stolen. The only bit of saddness was when I realized that I am way too old for college life. Granted, I've only been away from college life for almost 2 years, but still. It's amazing how much changes in that small amount of time. Everything changes. It was weird being in bars and places that I used to go and not see friendly faces. Damn, even the bartenders where diffierent. It was just weird for me. I have that aversion to change and all. Anyhoo, back to the "I'm too old for this crap" part. I was tired way too early. I wasn't really that drunk, but I was tired as hell while everyone else was still going strong. I used to open and close Repub, now I can barely keep my eyes open during "naked time" in the lounge. That's right....naked time. I did not participate in "naked time." Another sign that I have left my college years behind me. I can't even begin to tell you how many times I flashed Main Street or how many times frat boys took pictures of my boobs, but somehow I had no desire to bare anything during "naked time." There was beer, whisky, talk of bondage, red-headed sluts (other than Audrey hehe), Jolly Ranchers, cherries soaked in 151, dreamsicles, boys in their underwear letting anyone and everyone feel their asses.....yes, it was an enjoyable weekend. Eric told me about a new Jack The Ripper book by Patricia Cromwell. I am intrigued. She seems to believe that she has it all figured out. We shall see. For all those interested, there is a special on TLC tonight at 10pm about her findings. I shall be watching. posted by Beth 5:53 PM . . .
