in the immortal words of eric

9-24-99

eric and me, doing the instant message thing. I'm sodalite3. Ziggy's a girl who's posted a few messages to my mailing list.

jo salmon: I like this Ziggy girl

sodalite3: she's pretty cool

jo salmon: she lacks pornographic knowledge
jo salmon: we could teach her, share our knowledge

sodalite3: somehow I think she probably has SOME
sodalite3: she's just toying with you
sodalite3: she wants you

jo salmon: really
jo salmon: :-)

sodalite3: she told me

jo salmon: hey
jo salmon: I think we all could photocopy our asses and have you post it

sodalite3: Asses of My List

jo salmon: Thats what I'm thinking
jo salmon: I just don't want my ass to be the only one up there
jo salmon: a lonely ass
jo salmon: a lone ass

sodalite3: you'll be the divine inspiration
sodalite3: everyone will want to be just like you

jo salmon: a singular ass

sodalite3: we can have a contest
sodalite3: Name That Ass

jo salmon: maybe we could all meet in a forest at midnight and offer ourselves to some pagan god while we all danced naked under the dark November Sky?
jo salmon: I can name that ass in one cheek

sodalite3: I was thinking of a little chat room session, but okay
sodalite3: I think it would be cool to hook up with the list people

jo salmon: we have so much in common

sodalite3: Me!

jo salmon: yes me
jo salmon: you

sodalite3: lol

jo salmon: :-)

sodalite3: you're a nut

jo salmon: you're a righteous babe

sodalite3: what's the plan for this weekend?

jo salmon: not sure
jo salmon: invited to a party tonight , but I dont want to drive that far to stand around drinking cheap booze with complete strangers

sodalite3: good move

jo salmon: so we might do the Friday thing and shoot pool
jo salmon: that's so us
jo salmon: we're kinda boring if you think about it

sodalite3: it's not a bad way to be
sodalite3: john and I are likely going to sit on the couch and play nintendo

jo salmon: you two need to get out

sodalite3: we do get out, just not tonight

jo salmon: if I was able to spend the remainder of this lovely Friday night with someone I remotely cared about , I would definitely be enjoying myself
jo salmon: maybe a long drive

sodalite3: I was thinking a long drive would be nice

jo salmon: it would be
jo salmon: maybe a trip to the waffle House afterwards

sodalite3: now you're talking
sodalite3: it's too cold to put the top down, I think

jo salmon: yours or the cars?

sodalite3: LOL
sodalite3: both

jo salmon: do it
jo salmon: I dare you
jo salmon: take pictures too
jo salmon: I'm really liking dares now

sodalite3: you're a nut

jo salmon: make sure you tell him that you love him too

sodalite3: aw, why do you way that?

jo salmon: he needs to be told that
jo salmon: I way that because its true

sodalite3: do you think I don't say it enough?

jo salmon: he needs to hear it

sodalite3: well
sodalite3: ahem
sodalite3: he does hear it

jo salmon: good for you
jo salmon: you're quite the wife

sodalite3: he's quite the husband
sodalite3: there's a lot of stuff that's way too embarrassing for the journal

jo salmon: isn't that what the list is for ?

sodalite3: don't you dare dare me

jo salmon: we're not paying you all this money not to hear all about it

sodalite3: I will tell everyone about your ass picture if you dare me

jo salmon: I dare you

sodalite3: you're not paying me CRAP

jo salmon: we would if you asked

sodalite3: you would not

jo salmon: I triple dog dare you
jo salmon: :-)
jo salmon: whatever that means

sodalite3: is this about your ass in some way?

jo salmon: unlike the other journals out there, yours is updated in a timely fashion, that's worth paying for in itself

sodalite3: shit, I was just about to not write one tonight
sodalite3: dammit

jo salmon: don't let us down , we need to hear about the misadventures of our hero Betsy

sodalite3: you're going to be sorry

jo salmon: no, I think not

Famous last words, huh eric?

I did write bits and pieces of a legitmate entry, but of course I wrote it at work. It's causing me no small amount of grief, now—I don't work Monday, and the sheets are tucked into a visible cubby on my desk. They look like a few memos to myself, which could be good or bad. It's good if they seem insignificant. Bad if someone pokes around on my desk to finish something and accidentally finds my unfinished rant.

And boy, was it a rant. I eavesdropped on a boss conversation and heard about my position in the company, and Tara's. (Promotion.) And then I went off on a Socialist diatribe about minimum wage and shit. I think I called Tara a dolt.

I really hope nobody looks. I'm thinking about driving in there on Monday morning, but I'd have to go pretty early. I hate going in to work on days off.

I think John and I are going out for a drive, or something. Not sure yet. I'm really sleepy, though, so this is it for the entry tonight.