evening of decadence

i am going to go home, and plop my ass on the couch with Please Don’t Kill the Freshman and i can’t hardly wait. tonight is the first (and last night) this week that i get to go home straight from work (and i plan on leaving at a normal time). i won’t think about work, i won’t work on work, i won’t wear a bra, i might not even wear pants. i will, however, eat some ice cream. are you jealous?

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5 Comments

  1. heather 08.Oct.03 at 5:38 pm

    considering i have class tonight and wearing bra, and pants for that matter, is required, you betcha i’m jealous.

  2. Will Tupper 08.Oct.03 at 5:44 pm

    Small world, but there’s a character in PDKTF named “Tupperware” (the same “Will T.” thanked at the end) and he actually reads iwilldare.com.

    I know, because he’s me :). I’m sure you’ll love the book. After I finished reading the ARC Harpercollins sent me, you were one of the first people I thought of that I just knew would love it.

    Will be anxious to hear what you think of it. 🙂

  3. jodi 08.Oct.03 at 5:45 pm

    you don’t think i remembered you telling me all that Will? Sheesh, i pay attention. why do you think i jumped at the chance to buy an autographed copy when powell’s sent me the e-mail– because of you!

  4. Will Tupper 08.Oct.03 at 6:01 pm

    No, LOL. I guess I totally and completely, absolutely and unabashedly forgot. Sorry about that, Jodi. Your call is very, very, important to us…

    BUT, in that case then, you should also read, “Diary” by Chuck Palahniuk (as I’m a character in that, too), and “I Was A Teenage Dominatrix” by Shawna Kenney (especially that, which I know you’d love). Shawna’s an old buddy, and I’m thanked at the beginning of it.

    I gotta get back to campaigning for governor now. I figure, anyone can do it, these days. Hasta La Vista, baby! 🙂

  5. UH 08.Oct.03 at 6:48 pm

    There was a young fellow named Skinner
    Who took a young lady to dinner
    At a quarter to nine
    They sat down to dine;
    At twenty to ten it was in her.

    (The dinner, not Skinner –
    Skinner was in her before dinner.)

    There was a young fellow named Tupper
    Who took a young lady to supper.
    At a quarter to nine
    They sat down to dine,
    At twenty to ten it was up her.

    (Not the supper – not Tupper –
    It was some son-of-a-bitch named Skinner!)