tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post1401987990908349992..comments2024-03-06T17:02:32.359-08:00Comments on the asshat lounge: Where have all the Trees gone?Konohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13865029570865495659noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-65037478066775689342011-09-03T19:59:37.143-07:002011-09-03T19:59:37.143-07:00I wish there were a Plastic Paddy in this suburb....I wish there were a Plastic Paddy in this suburb.Jaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06694559900539722616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-9214675719160904482011-09-02T17:59:30.838-07:002011-09-02T17:59:30.838-07:00I hope when I'm a drunken old woman I don'...I hope when I'm a drunken old woman I don't throw my arms around handsome young men. Hang on... yes I doAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-35720466355324304802011-09-02T16:39:08.343-07:002011-09-02T16:39:08.343-07:00told ya.
hoggin rhymes with bird-doggin. and the ...told ya.<br /><br />hoggin rhymes with bird-doggin. and the plastic paddies nationwide are the arena of each.kidnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-33217077103677954012011-09-02T16:24:49.528-07:002011-09-02T16:24:49.528-07:00up until i had the v-man i took mass-transit or wa...up until i had the v-man i took mass-transit or walked everywhere and talked to everyone. i often met the most interesting people. there was the guy that was fascinated with my hair & always wanted to touch it...so i let him. (seemed harmless) or the tatoo'd boy with horned-rimmed glasses that was painfully shy...i would invite myself to share a seat with him even when the bus wasn't crowded. (he wouldn't say a word to me...so i often had to pose questions just to get him to talk)<br /><br />you must give off good energy...for people to open up to you so readily.twinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10590109276634186944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-21046366756778797252011-09-02T09:32:39.335-07:002011-09-02T09:32:39.335-07:00Local pubs are almost never boring. Well, that'...Local pubs are almost never boring. Well, that's not true. One near my house is full of mostly college kids, so I avoid that one like the plague. Still, in most bars, there are regulars that are just complete characters, and really - I love it. Depends on my mood, though - sometimes it's just depressing, but there's comfort in knowing that people are fucked up and funny and just people, everywhere.<br />Still - I'm glad I come off as less than friendly to a lot of people, though. My husband is also like that lion, and man - the down on their luck dudes get on my NERVES after a while. They always glom onto him right away, and then do this nervous little dance around me. It's cute and pathetic all at once. Mostly because, hey - I'm as fucked up as anyone. <br />I just don't tell anyone who will listen, you know?sybil lawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13629349319977383547noreply@blogger.com