Laughing All The Way

Track one

I finally set up my new laptop, I’m still getting comfortable with my new key board, it’s slightly longer than my old one. Currently I have a USB bridge line between the two so that my music files can transfer with limited trouble. I love the fact that I have become so technically skilled that I am doing all this on my own. You see, there’s a thing about roommate 1, he’s kind of bossy. He says that I’m bossy to him too. I know that’s true, so I guess it’s fair-play that he’s all telling me what to do sometimes. The height of it is with technical stuff. The buying of computers (he bought his a week before I bought mine) exacerbated the technical thingy. I have to practically surgically remove the remote from his hands. I know this is what living with boys is all about, but really…

So the point that I really signed on to make was this: NAKED BLOGGING HAS COMMENCED.

That is all.

Good luck, good night.

Side note… I removed the url from the comment you left on mine so other people can’t follow it…

1. smiles for the new aesthetic. pret-ty.  the clean lines remind me of well-organized designer home collections at the department store. fabs. 

2. and blah and blah and blah and NUDITY?! oh i was not expecting that.  well played, some girl, well played. 

3. speaking of which… i frequently wander my wee studio apartment in the buff, and therefore blogging in said state is not unheard of.  apartment is très-wee, and therefore any state of undress in any part of home is basically in every part of home.  i have big windows that overlook the main street which i have covered in bamboo-y things which i was pretty sure was doing its job of hiding me clothed, nude, or retardedly breakdancing.  let me tell you what i discovered this week:  I WAS WRONG.  from most angles that the paranoid moi checked, the bamboo-y things were managing OK, but when i ran across the street for a butter tart run on monday i was horrified to discover that from across the street with one teensy light on YOU CAN SEE EVERYTHING.  EV-ER-YYYYY-THING. 

no more naked blogging for livi.  at least until she gets herself to an IKEA…

Chuck, many thanks for editing out the path, I was hoping you would be smart enough to notice I used my new blog’s url. I figure that people are going to update their blog rolls with my new address, which is why I took my list o’ links off the old site.

I know that this is part of the putting my life on the Internet for all to see. Originally I had put up the links in my open letters to bloggers, but I took them down just because I just don’t want a specific annoying commenter to jump to here. I’ve already blocked someone who uses a proxy to check. I figure as long as I am going to be honest, the least the commenters/readers can do is return the favor.

Oh Livi. I love your name. One of my best friends calls me something that is a shortened version of my name and is very similar to the shortened version of your. It kind of makes me miss her…excuse me while I make a call.

Okay, back to the nakedness of the nakedness. I one lived in a basement studio. I had a HUGE window above my bed. I took to sleeping in nude until one night, I looked up and in the glare of the television reflection on the window thought I saw someone. I dove under the covers and calmed myself down. I flipped off the TV, reached up and pulled the shade down to the floor. By the next morning I convinced myself that it was really my red wine and pot-addled mind playing tricks on me. Later that afternoon I was cleaning and waiting for a food delivery so when I heard a knock at the door, I just swung it open. The man there was NOT delivering my groceries; he was, however, my upstairs neighbor asking me if I would like to spend some time with him. I told him no, several times, and asked him to leave, several times. Eventually I got all Hispanic American in his face and told him to getthefuckout. I moved out shortly thereafter.

I was hardly the country-girl in the big city, but that totally creeped me out.

I was going to comment, and then I just read that bit about your neighbor wanting to spend some time with you, and I laughed really hard, and now I can’t remember what I was going to say originally.

Yeah ditto with Amy T

You crazy people.  With all of the virii circulating on the Internet these days, I make sure that whenever I blog I’m fully clothed in my Level 4 biohazard suit.  With the hood and everything.

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