Timeline I'm going to copy Jackie and make the timeline. 10 years ago was 1995. Gosh, it's hard to remember! Well, after a devastating acid trip on October 28, 1994, I was still recovering for quite a while. I was in college and living on Fry St in Denton. That summer I opened up my first credit card and used it to fund a trip to Europe with my boyfriend at the time, who would later become my oldest daughter's father. The trip was a disaster, but I do remember fondly the time we were in Amsterdam. I bought my first and only vibrator, a silver bullet, at this porn shop that also had farm sex videos. It was in the red light district. I was intrigued at how the hookers would just all sit around their little rooms in their lingerie while the crowds walked by. They were just hanging out, as if they were fully dressed. We also rented bikes, and had a good time riding those around, dinging the little bells. We ate a pot muffin in addition to the massive amount of dope we smoked, and it was hallucinogenic it was so strong. I thought bombs were going off, and World War III was starting, because there was all this hoopla at the time about Bosnia. Remember that? But really, the sounds were just cannons from a celebration they were having. The food in Amsterdam was killer. I loved the pankoeken and the Indonesian food, better than anything I've had here. Okay, five years ago I was living in Colorado. In May I moved down from the mountains into Boulder to live in student family housing. I was dating Mike, but told him I couldn't commit yet, because I had more wild oats to sow. I dated a few guys, and met this one guy Terry who was a homeless punk. He was 6'6.5". He was one of those guys I slept with so I could feel I had a nice variety of guys, though he was the second homeless punk I'd hooked up with. But the first one was way skinny, Xac was his name (pronouned Zack). But anyway, on September 8, 2000, I had had enough of these loser guys, and wondered why I was wasting my time with guys who meant nothing to me, and so Mike and I committed to each other. This day is our Red Robe anniversary, because I came out to meet him in my red robe. We had decided that we weren't going to be together anymore, because I had developed feelings beyond friends with benefits, and so he left. But then, I was getting in the shower, and thinking about how I wasn't ready for a relationship, I was still so screwed up, but how could I let this guy get away? And so I put on my red robe and headed outside, hoping that 10 minutes later he would still be there. He wasn't at first, but then I saw him. He was still there because he had had to come back to get his bike. It was fate. He carried me upstairs, and we've been together ever since. And that story gets me wet and creamy. The entire next semester of school we skipped our classes while my daughter was in school, and had massive amounts of sex. Life was good. One year ago I was here in grad school at UCLA. And here I still am. Yesterday I went with Mike to an appointment, then came to work. My entire research group did a massive lab cleanup and reorganization that I was in charge of. It went off great, though I would bitch about a certain coworker. The lab looks phenomenal. It wore me right the fuck out. I did some experiments afterward, then came home to Mike. He taught me how to play Bolo, but I ended up reading some research articles and passing out on the couch. Today I am at work. My experiment didn't work, big fucking surprise there. I went to lunch at the Corner Bakery and had a sandwich. I will go work out in a little bit, after working some more on research. I need to fill out a purchase order and do some x-ray diffraction. I had another problem with a coworker (the same one from yesterday) not doing her work. Tomorrow I have an appointment at 9, then a meeting with my boss at 11. Then I will work and eat lunch, then I have group meeting at 3:30. Then I will go home to my family. Five snacks I enjoy: milkshakes, muffins, scones, bread and cheese, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches made according to my own special method. Five bands I know most of lyrics to the songs: I don't know if I know five bands that I know most of the lyrics to, but let's see. Violent Femmes. Depeche Mode. Bob Marley (eh, maybe half the songs). Simon and Garfunkel. I guess that's about it. I have to get some work done now. |