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of geeks and painful relaxation
Had lunch w/ Scott and Linda, and their friends Anita and Bob. They started talking about this guy they all like, who's a social misfit, but is really nice, etc. Since I was the only single girl at the table, I have no doubt that this was for my benefit.
Apparently, this guy is a total geek -- one of those brilliant tech guys who understands quantum physics but who forgets to pay his utility bills (he's done it many times), etc. He's very respected in his area of expertise, other geeks look up to him and ask for his autograph all the time, he has his own geek show called "Ask Adrian" etc. One time he was supposed to present at a seminar for like 400 people and his cat peed on his only dress shirt, so he threw it in the washing machine then put it on wet because there wasn't time to dry it. When Scott asked him why he did it, Adrian actually said, "I figured that the thermodynamics of the heater combined with my body heat would blah blah blah." He promptly got ink all over it and presented the seminar with a wrinkled, damp, and inky shirt. He's 30 and probably very wealthy. But he once put his cell phone through the washer and when he heard the clunking thought it was his shoes. WHY was he washing his shoes with his clothes??? *facepalm*
I have nothing against geeks. I'm pretty geeky. But ... I don't know about this. This might be too geeky. Though he clearly does need a woman. Like ... HIS MOM.
My massage was great. It was incredibly painful, and there were several moments when I thought that if they used this technique to question prisoners I so would have sung like a bird. But afterward I felt really limber and relaxed, and that's what I wanted. (My muscles are still incredibly sore when touched, however.) My favorite part is when they massage my fingers/toes/face/scalp. I signed up for the 6 massage package, so that I'll force myself to go more often. Otherwise I'm liable to put it off for another year, and clearly, that is not a good thing. And it'll be less painful each time, too.
Also, I have purchased another Kate Spade. This time, a cute little chocolate Opus. DAMMIT.
Apparently, this guy is a total geek -- one of those brilliant tech guys who understands quantum physics but who forgets to pay his utility bills (he's done it many times), etc. He's very respected in his area of expertise, other geeks look up to him and ask for his autograph all the time, he has his own geek show called "Ask Adrian" etc. One time he was supposed to present at a seminar for like 400 people and his cat peed on his only dress shirt, so he threw it in the washing machine then put it on wet because there wasn't time to dry it. When Scott asked him why he did it, Adrian actually said, "I figured that the thermodynamics of the heater combined with my body heat would blah blah blah." He promptly got ink all over it and presented the seminar with a wrinkled, damp, and inky shirt. He's 30 and probably very wealthy. But he once put his cell phone through the washer and when he heard the clunking thought it was his shoes. WHY was he washing his shoes with his clothes??? *facepalm*
I have nothing against geeks. I'm pretty geeky. But ... I don't know about this. This might be too geeky. Though he clearly does need a woman. Like ... HIS MOM.
My massage was great. It was incredibly painful, and there were several moments when I thought that if they used this technique to question prisoners I so would have sung like a bird. But afterward I felt really limber and relaxed, and that's what I wanted. (My muscles are still incredibly sore when touched, however.) My favorite part is when they massage my fingers/toes/face/scalp. I signed up for the 6 massage package, so that I'll force myself to go more often. Otherwise I'm liable to put it off for another year, and clearly, that is not a good thing. And it'll be less painful each time, too.
Also, I have purchased another Kate Spade. This time, a cute little chocolate Opus. DAMMIT.
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Oh, never mind.
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::snicker::
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And your mention of that delicious massage has inspired another awful ficlet-bunny with dirty, dirty smut on its dirty, dirty mind *thwops the bunny, pointlessly*
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No man is perfect; I'm sure you know. In reality, we marry these nice/great/wonderful guys and then they revert back to needing a mother. >.<
You've sealed your fate now. *giggles* When you and Adrian are married, be sure to look this post up for a good chuckle. ;P
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His mom indeed. *giggles* and knows JUST the type you mean.
Damn you for buying a new KS. You are a bad influence. I finally took a picture of my collection (which has rapidly been dwarfed by yours):
Only the Julian is from this year. The Francie (the top of it is all torn up *grrr* hence I put it on its side to photograph), Luggage Stripe and Leather SAM are from last year, and the checked SAM is the year before.
Of all things, I sort of want a red cleo now. It would be nice to have a little bag like that I think.
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I approve of the Cleo purchase!! <g>