That's... Relevant
Oct. 11th, 2017 09:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jo_anne_storm So, I have this interesting friend, met through DH during his Army years. He calls me a cuss leech because he has to throw a morality check any time he cusses in front of me.
Of course, he also publicly posts about his sexual kinks, is proud of both his wife and their sub...
Interesting friend.
I like sending him dick jokes and pictures. Because I can.
He posted this today:
In case no one has told you today:
You're literally the only person who remembers that social fuck up that kept you awake last night.
And... I know this, of course. Everyone knows it. But seeing it written down is sorts mind blowing to me tonight. Possibly because I have been remembering the social missteps I made in Italy several years ago. Random, I know. But, the fact that I ordered an eggplant parmesan pizza, not eggplant parmesan, and basically stole someone else's dinner and confused the very nice waiter, still makes me twitch. (I would have paid for the mistake and taken the pizza back to the room if that had not been our last night in Rome. I couldn't take it on the bus the next day.)
Yes, these are the things that haunt me.
In other news, we have demoed the room in the basement that has the worst water issues. Used water proofing paint on the cinder block walls and waited a week for rain. It is MUCH better now. DH is going to frame out new walls at some point. Then insulation, some new wiring, and then I think a break before sheet rock.
We have got to get the electric taken care of...
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Of course, he also publicly posts about his sexual kinks, is proud of both his wife and their sub...
Interesting friend.
I like sending him dick jokes and pictures. Because I can.
He posted this today:
In case no one has told you today:
You're literally the only person who remembers that social fuck up that kept you awake last night.
And... I know this, of course. Everyone knows it. But seeing it written down is sorts mind blowing to me tonight. Possibly because I have been remembering the social missteps I made in Italy several years ago. Random, I know. But, the fact that I ordered an eggplant parmesan pizza, not eggplant parmesan, and basically stole someone else's dinner and confused the very nice waiter, still makes me twitch. (I would have paid for the mistake and taken the pizza back to the room if that had not been our last night in Rome. I couldn't take it on the bus the next day.)
Yes, these are the things that haunt me.
In other news, we have demoed the room in the basement that has the worst water issues. Used water proofing paint on the cinder block walls and waited a week for rain. It is MUCH better now. DH is going to frame out new walls at some point. Then insulation, some new wiring, and then I think a break before sheet rock.
We have got to get the electric taken care of...
w
