Conversations with Rick January 4, 2005 ~ 4:26 pm
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Peace Dog, Halloween, NYC
New Year’s Eve in Central Park:
Julie: Ricky, there are rats in the leaves over there.
Rick: Not rats, Park Elves. Don’t scare all the tourists and say “rats”.
Julie: So, what, in the subway, they’re Subway Gnomes?
Rick: Exactly.
A short time later, on the way home:
Julie: Dude, there goes a Park Elf.
Rick: We’re out of the Park. That was just a rat.
The first words I spoke this year, seconds after midnight (he had tried to kiss me while I was photographing the fireworks):
Julie: What the hell are you doing? Stop it!
Rick (laughing): Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?
Julie: It is when you’re fucking up my shot!
About football:
Julie: Any guy who gets a girl from Pittsburgh is lucky. We like to talk about football.
Rick: Football conversations aren’t everything. Good blowjobs count for a lot.
Julie: Well then I’m just perfect, aren’t I?
Rick: Yep.
Don’t Fuck with Mother Nature January 4, 2005 ~ 3:42 pm
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Geese and duck feeding frenzy, Prospect Park. You didn’t think they were all in the same space naturally, did you?
So I’ve learned something in the past week and a half. Don’t fuck with Mother Nature, because she will fuck you up just as bad.
How did I learn this, you ask? By doing something that I’ve been told other women do all the time. Don’t want your period for the holidays? Skip the placebo row on your Pill packet and start taking the next pack of Pills. You don’t get your period. Right? Wrong. At least in my case. Guys, you might want to click away now. Go ahead, I won’t think any less of you.
I skipped right from the end of the third week of my last pack to the first week of a new pack. I got my damned period anyway. Much lighter than usual, but it’s also lasting longer than usual. Instead of four days, we’re on day 7. That’s right, 7. I mean, I’ve had “breakthrough bleeding” (as they call it) before, but this is frickin’ ridiculous. Whythefuck did I want to skip my period again? Needless to say, this does not sell me on that new Seasonale-4 periods a year product. I’d probably have a never-ending year-long period.
And on top of that, right now my favorite thing in the medicine chest is Hemmorid. Yet I still manage to stay cheerful. I’m goddamn cheerful, can’t you tell???
