We have a werid friendship.

[twincityhacker]

That was werid.  A friend just came over to my house.  No one comes over really unless they're here to do some sort of task, or a relitve. 

So she comes over. 
But the only thing we seem to talk about is sex.  So I've been talking about sex for the last three hours.  Even though the only thing I know about sex is what I've read. 
And then she gets this brillaint idea to chat online.  So what's the most popular thing to do in chatrooms? Yeah.  And apperently the medium suits me well.

While she was taking a turn, I was rumaging though the desk and I find some things that I've been missing, like my mini-clipboard that I though Em-chan had.  And then I found my stake.
See, I had made the stake in art for my friends christmass present, since he is this huge Buffy the Vampire fan.  But he didn't accept it.  So I have a stake.

I have it out and I'm playing with it, in the die vampire kind of sense.  Then my friend takes it and starts waving around it and makeing sexual gestures with it.

She also says that I would make a good erotic writer, since I don't feel good about prostitution.  But she wants to be a madme, like Lady Heather on CSI:.  Well, that's not what she want's to be like, but I don't quite remember who she refered herself to.

You would think after knowing me for a year, we would talk about somthing else. 

Comments

[commanderteddog.livejournal.com]

Mayhaps your friend doesn't have many other outlets to discuss the topic and sees you as a safe person to talk and joke about sex with? North American culture, being what it is, often makes it hard for us females to have an open line of discussion about sex if your name isn't Sue Johanson.

My best friend for almost 21 years never used to like talking about the topic in public. Parents and all, you know. Even though our fathers were best friends since the 1970s and shared identical religious beliefs, they had very different views on the subject. I don't really recall her parents talking about sex outside of hushed tones, while, when my father was alive, my parents made it very clear that they often went at it like rabbits. Case in point: my parents "eloped" over a month before their planned wedding date because they got bored. I was born exactly 9 months after their wedding day. You do the math.

It was only after she got married did she really opened up about sex in public. Last week we almost got in trouble in the dinosaur section of the Royal Ontario Museum because of our slightly twisted senses of humour. Come on, the sign said to "touch the apatasaurs bone". Who knew that so many kids would be in the dino area? ^_^

[msp-hacker.livejournal.com]

That makes sense.

But someone should get around to relabing that bone. If just not for the fact it should be "touch the brontsaurus bone".

[commanderteddog.livejournal.com]

Is it brontsaurus again? I'm never quite sure what the current status is on that one. Since the museum is currently in the middle of a massive renovation project (they are crystallizing part of it, apparently), I'd expect smaller details to be pushed aside until the spiffy new galleries are completed or until the next reno of the dino gallery.