What is this Gaydar Radio and what did you send them?Originally Posted by Timbuk2
Just sent a text in to Gaydar radio and they read it out on air.
What is this Gaydar Radio and what did you send them?Just sent a text in to Gaydar radio and they read it out on air.
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Gaydar digital radio UK.
They read out a text someone sent in wondering if they were the only straight person who listened to Gaydar.
I then sent in a text saying "To the person who just texted in. No you are not the only straight person who listens to Gaydar! The Gay scene has the BEST tunes so I listen all the time. Tim"
DJ laughed when he read it out.
So you're gay now?Gaydar digital radio UK.
They read out a text someone sent in wondering if they were the only straight person who listened to Gaydar.
I then sent in a text saying "To the person who just texted in. No you are not the only straight person who listens to Gaydar! The Gay scene has the BEST tunes so I listen all the time. Tim"
DJ laughed when he read it out.
Such is Life...
I might be if I could be but I can't be so I won't be.
You can do anything if you try really hard!
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
Just what my mum used to say.
Leaving for NJ to visit a friend in just a few minutes. This should be a fun weekend. Atlantic City tomorrow night and maybe Philadelphia on Saturday if we don't go to this battle of the bands at the university.
Cold is over, yay
So now it is done. I've moved to the other side of my apartment, and cleaned it. Which took me a day and some of this morning.
Why would you move inside your apartment, Nessie, you might be wondering. Well I'll tell you why. Because the building is having a window changing operation. In the middle of fucking winter. At least it wasn't the plumbing, I guess. This has been the shittiest week
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
It's Friday! 50 minutes and I'm out of here! WOOT!
Such is Life...
It's Friday. 7 hours and I'm out of here.
woot
Have the afternoon off
Need the afternoon to fill in taxpapers
This is post 666
I could have had class. I could have been a contender.
I could have been somebody. Instead of a bum
Which is what I am
I aim at the stars
But sometimes I hit London
It's friday and in 1hr i'm off! Whoop Whoop!
Feck off.
3 hours 15 mins.
~
Happy though. Booking hotel saturday and easter sunday in Oxford, never been, where there's a four-day jazz festival happening around the city.
When i'm home, i plan to have some nice Thai Chicken Soup, followed by a few hours on the 360 ... battling little bastards on Modern Warfare 2.
I went to the grocery store to buy more popsicles. While I was there I decided to buy a new tube of Neosporin because we're nearly out, and it is the season where little bare knees and elbows get a nice layer of fresh booboos.
Anyway, some strange little old man walked up to me while I was trying to find it on the shelves and told me I was beautiful.
It was sweet, if a bit odd.
I did manage to say thank you instead of I know.
Last edited by littlelolligagged; 03-26-2010 at 04:06 PM. Reason: My typo bothered me.
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
Did it give a kick to your day and put a spring in your step?
What do you think?
Teehee.
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
Since there is no "What is making you happy but also messing with your groove" thread...I got an extension until Monday. Woohoo one more day!
. . .
You should have created one. It would have been funny. And I am bored.
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
How many people would use it though? The "What is messing with your groove?" thread is already pretty malnourished...
. . .
We shall call it Life's Mixed Bag, and lo, it will be glorious
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
I actually kind of like that idea....alot of things going on right now for me make me happy, then I get a mess with my groove moment to balance it all out. Life can be a weird balance sometimes.
Anyway, also happy that it's Friday!
lots and lots of good beer
and a lynchburg lemonade
and great company
and BLUES
LIVE
i am pleased
i look and feel like a middle-aged man who never quite grew up, but that seems to be appealing to curly-haired ladies... maybe it's time to cash in on this
more tomorpw
"One day, we shall die. All the other days, we shall live."
Awesomeness. Stuff like this is something I considered doing for a living, but video games won that battle and I never got any further than just DJ'ing.
Scarlett found her toes tonight!
I discovered this on saturday. It was ok. Mostly. But it came during a 2 for 1 cocktail happy hour. So that was good.
~
I seem to be falling in love. And it's scaring me.
Kill it with fire.
Or arrow.
I could have had class. I could have been a contender.
I could have been somebody. Instead of a bum
Which is what I am
I aim at the stars
But sometimes I hit London
Nice.
It must be love, loveeee, love ... do do!
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