Gaming and, you know, stuff
Sep. 12th, 2002 01:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeJust a quick rant before my update. If you're a guy and/or easily squicked by discussion of feminine subjects, do not read.
Why is it that public washrooms always have sanitary napkins that are about one inch square in surface? Why?
Do they think we're only conveniently going to bleed a *little* bit?
Aaargh!
End rant.
Yesterday's game was a blast. Not a single moment of boredom, although I did leave the table for a while for some domestic skills training (knitting). Turns out it's not as hard as I thought, and I may go invest in some books on it this weekend. If I have any money left after I pay my bills, har har har.
Project Girl strikes again!
I'd forgotten what a singular experience it is to game with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rotagar. Actually, I vastly preferred this session to the other two I'd had with him. It was lots of fun. I think it has more to do with me than with him, though. The other times I gamed with him I was still a shy doormat fresh out of my high school and I was intimidated and put off by his loud, brash manners and his way of taking over the game with loud, long-winded narratives.
Now, of course, I find that hysterically funny, and I've grown enough as a person that I can find entertainment in it rather than a reason to be appalled.
Heh.
Oh, and I got knives for my kitchen and a kettle and a serving dish. I'm going to be broke by this weekend, but there's a huge sale at the Faubourg on kitchen wares.curtana, you may want to check this out since it's right next door and a lot of the stuff is dirt cheap right now.
George prostituted himself completely to NA who came for a drink in the afternoon. Totally made an idiot of himself making love to her. Sickening. He hasn't been that loving with anyone sincefirewillow last came over.
Still, he's been clingy lately. Coming and sleeping on my bed again and purring and kneading my head like he used to. Weird. He's lost his extra fangs, though, so he's no longer a six-fanged wonder.
I think I will in fact go exploring this weekend for knitting stuff. I think there's a store not too far from the Faubourg, which will be ideal since it'll be near the kitchen supply place too.
Man, a little money is a dangerous thing...
Why is it that public washrooms always have sanitary napkins that are about one inch square in surface? Why?
Do they think we're only conveniently going to bleed a *little* bit?
Aaargh!
End rant.
Yesterday's game was a blast. Not a single moment of boredom, although I did leave the table for a while for some domestic skills training (knitting). Turns out it's not as hard as I thought, and I may go invest in some books on it this weekend. If I have any money left after I pay my bills, har har har.
Project Girl strikes again!
I'd forgotten what a singular experience it is to game with
rotagar. Actually, I vastly preferred this session to the other two I'd had with him. It was lots of fun. I think it has more to do with me than with him, though. The other times I gamed with him I was still a shy doormat fresh out of my high school and I was intimidated and put off by his loud, brash manners and his way of taking over the game with loud, long-winded narratives.Now, of course, I find that hysterically funny, and I've grown enough as a person that I can find entertainment in it rather than a reason to be appalled.
Heh.
Oh, and I got knives for my kitchen and a kettle and a serving dish. I'm going to be broke by this weekend, but there's a huge sale at the Faubourg on kitchen wares.
curtana, you may want to check this out since it's right next door and a lot of the stuff is dirt cheap right now.George prostituted himself completely to NA who came for a drink in the afternoon. Totally made an idiot of himself making love to her. Sickening. He hasn't been that loving with anyone since
firewillow last came over.Still, he's been clingy lately. Coming and sleeping on my bed again and purring and kneading my head like he used to. Weird. He's lost his extra fangs, though, so he's no longer a six-fanged wonder.
I think I will in fact go exploring this weekend for knitting stuff. I think there's a store not too far from the Faubourg, which will be ideal since it'll be near the kitchen supply place too.
Man, a little money is a dangerous thing...
