h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Eh em...
And as my first act of getting this page into shape, I will finally write a journal entry. Hi...
So here I am at work, keeping my h2g2 screen awfully small so that passer-bys may mistake me for actually doing something I get paid for... hmmm... but since I get paid to make pretty pictures and write, it's easy to make it look like I'm not slacking off...

uh oh... here comes The Man. Gotta go...
Spaceboy Zoom

Hah. Damn The Man and all his horrible hellish minions! I'll kill 'im! I'll rip 'im limb from limb!

Don't tell him I said that though, okay?

uh oh... the Man was looking over my shoulder as I read your message... you better hide somewhere he can't find you...
hmmm better try the women's bathroom... or the feminine hygine aisle at the market He'll never find you there
*big grin*

EEP!!

*races downstairs to the store*

*races back upstairs*

*races into the women's bathroom*

*builds a fortress of tampons*

*peers out fearfully brandishing a Today contraceptive sponge*

Hah. Let's see The Man deal with THAT!

Wow!
that did it...
The Man is quivering in his office now...
Uh oh.... he just ordered me to dismantle your fort...
Quick, toss me some tampax!
*catches one and pokes it threateningly at the Man*
Ha! we got him on the run now!
*sticks tongue out at him as he runs to the pub to lick his wounds and drink a pint*
oh... here... you can have this back
*grin*

*gazes at Spaceboy in shock and admiration* You just VOLUNTARILY touched a tampon. You are officially the coolest boy I know!

Now, if I make myself a protective suit out of these things, do you think we could also go down to the pub for a pint? It's hard work buiding a Tampax fort.

*gets out her needle and thread*

*sheepish grin*
Well, it's probably a combination of having a sister, having lived with a girlfriend in the past, and my current girlfriend not being very ... shy...

So it gives me an advantage against the Man...

But I would *love* a pint right now...hasn't been the best day at work... Anyway, by now the man has a few beers in him, so he won't come down on us...

mmmm beer... first round's on me

WOO HOOO!!!

*drops her half-finished tampon suit and races for the door*

What do you like to drink?

Hmmm... last night I was drinking Tanguerey and Tonics... (see new journal *grin*) but normally I'm a Bass man... (not half-man half-fish... I just like the beer)

And You? *as I pull up to the bar and try to make eye contact with the bartender*

ick... half finished tampon suit just sounds bad

In the name of nostalgia I'll take a Harp or a Caffrey's if they have it. If they don't than I'll just take a Bass. I'm no good at beer, so I'll do that for one and then switch to the harder stuff. The big thing right now for me (and really in various forms has always been) is vodka.

I was a bourbon drinker for awhile but that stuff will MESS YOU UP!

Ahhh well. Crazy and 22. Bourbon for breakfast days.

I studied in Poland for a semester and really developed a taste for vodka (especially yummy polish potato vodka... Chopin, yummm)
But then I drank one too many vodka martinis during the whole cocktail trend, and now I shy away (but I sometimes still get a hankering...) and then I spent a semester in england, where I switched to beer (after 5 months of hard liquor, it is a good idea to switch to the foamy stuff...)

That's funny, I only drink harp if there's no bass

Hmmm... but all this drinking talking is making me woozy... drank a little too much at that party last night... and I think I have to go to another party (not nearly as exciting) tonight... (perhaps I can talk my way out of it...)

I read about your Very Glamerous Party. And you never NEVER talk your way out of a party. You never know who you'll meet.

I understand about the day after "urps" though. Ugh. The thing I did that with was Southern Comfort (in my very foolish 18 year old phase) I had enough scarlett o'haras to kill a horse. Ugh. I can't even smell the stuff now.

I enjoy the occasional tequila shot or three with some Corona, but you have to be careful with that stuff. At my office party I took a friend of mine and he looked around and noted the fare and said, "Vodka makes you drunk, Whiskey makes you mean, and Tequila makes you naked. That's why there's no tequila here." hee hee.

I can't decide if I need to move to England or not. It's a very long story. *sighs and downs some more Harp* Beer actually makes me really sick. I can only have one or two, and then I need to switch to liquor.

So, what's the party tonight?

Yes, England hmmm? *sips Bass, wips upper lip*
I saw a mention of that in your journal... was curious. Why would or wouldn't you? Where do you live now? Chicago? Hmm, and hey, what do you do? Ok, ok, one at a time... we have the whole bar to ourselves (except the Man, who keeps plugging quarters in the juke box to hear Gloria Gaynor... hmm, I have my doubts about the Man) and all the time in the world...

As for tonight's party, I avoided talking my way out of it by falling asleep the moment I got back to my apartment today... I think I'll take a night off... it is nice hanging out in the apartment alone, napping and putzing around... hmm, actually my roommate will be back from the yankee game any minute now... anyway, I have another shindig tomorrow (my girlfriend's friend's party... *sigh* not really my scene if you must know) so a quiet night is just what I need... I just hope my friend doesn't give me a hard time about blowing her off... chances are she'll barely notice I didn't go tonight... sounded like it was going to be a big 'un...

*takes a BIG suck of her pint*

Well, a year ago Andy and I met when his band came to Chicago to play. I dance swing and lindy hop and I went out to see the band (I already had their cd).

Long story short, fell almost instantly in love. We've travelled all over and both gone back and forth from Chicago and London several times this past year. I have been trying to get into London for about 10 months and got turned down for everything. (It's a VERY long and painful story).

It was get married or nothing. He couldn't do it. Then we broke up. Now we're talking again and we might get married.

I've never felt like this before in my life. I know what I want, but he has to decide. It's a horrible decision. If we lived in the same place we would date for a few more years... unfortunately it's like we don't have a choice. We get married or break up (seeing as it would take me quite a while to get there... like 4 years). Plus, he's a 25 year old jazz musician. Who asks a 25 year old jazz musician to get MARRIED? *waggles hand in the air*

It's all very tricksy and I have no fshmaltin' idea.

I love London. I love Andy. I hope we get married. There's an article attached to my page called "My First Trip to London" or some such. There's pictures of us there.

That's my story. I don't know what I want. I know that I want Andy but I don't want to ruin our lives.

I need a LOT more beer. Do think The Man would borrow us some dough?

Wow, I sensed there was defintely drama hiding somewhere...
Question: Why doesn't he want to move to America? Just a thought... figured I'd toss it out there.

Hmm, yeah, so it's not always smart to rush into marriage... but it's also nearly impossible to carry on long distance like you are for very long (as you know)...

But advice is not what you want, or what I'm qualified to give (I've broken up with my girlfriend, Amy, twice now already and then got back together.... and I wrote a whole book on how to avoid comittment, so marriage is not one of my knowledgeable topics)

I can only say good luck... well, that and "the next round's on the Man" (well, indirectly... yesterday was payday)

But they do say if it's meant to be it will all work out (but not to be too cynical, I'm not sure... I mean, come on)

But marriage is a scary scary thing... I've already forbade the topic with Amy.

In your credit though, I looked at the pictures and they were very cute... you guys look nice together...

*sigh*

Barman! Start pouring the whiskey....

*drinks heavily*

Well, in a disastrous weekend, we talked and talked and once again he decided that he can't marry me. He's in love with me and knows he's probably making the biggest mistake of his life. We cried for hours. This is the worst experience I've ever gone through.

*drinks even more heavily*

Stoopid world.

There are several reasons he's not coming here; it is actually harder for him to get here than it is for me to get there, believe it or not. Also he's a musician and he needs his contacts. He works non-stop in London because he's good and all the people that book gigs know he's good. He's got a rep.

This is just really really really really awful.

Oh, Krissy...
I'm sorry... But you know it will be ok... I've been where he is right now, and it sucks for him too, believe me...

You just gotta live your life, because he's made it clear he's going to live his... It sucks, but it's his loss...

drop me a line if you need to vent...
joe

Awwwwww thanks Joe...*goes to awkwardly hug Joe and falls off the bar stool*

*OOF!*

*peers intently at her almost-empty pint*


Beer. Beer will be my friend.

Come on, lets get out of here and get some food...

*picks Krissy up*

Hey, look at it this way: at least you didn't move all the way there and find out he didn't want to marry you...

So what do you want to eat?

*stumble out together into the street*

*stumbling out leaning heavily on Joe's arm*

No no nonono...see...that was the thing... the thing was...

Um... the thing was....

I would never *whoops* never have asked him to marry me right now. I wanted to live with him for awhile myself and see how it was. See... he lived with this horrible horriblelbe ICKY woman named Jane for a year and a half... I needed some time for him to see that I am NOT stoopid fat JANE...

It's the doggamed GOVERNMENT that's what it is...

*wails* I want a CURRY HOUSE that's what I want!! Only some Biriani will put me right!!

*stumbles again and pats Joe's arm* You really are...really are a good guy...