Current status.
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Craftsmate says when I move, he’s going to have me install google latitude on my phone.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“It tracks your GPS location with people you share it with,” he explained. “I get to look at your little blue dot on a pretty map.”
He knows, however much I hate it, I like the idea of being observed that way. One-way glass turns me on. Being watched makes me squirm a little bit.
“Too bad I can’t have a camera follow you around.”
Guys, the gif function is overwhelming and difficult.
Sweater weather is upon us.
So, me and Pegs over here are going to run away and smoke some pot and hate the patriarchy and make amazing stankfaces.
New Year’s Eve: Part 3
“Ivy, you look like a girl who can throw!” exclaimed a friend of the hostess who had I met a few times before. “Come be my partner for beer pong.”
I snorted, “you’ve got the wrong girl.” But, I was in the team spirit, so I decided to go join him. “I’ve got warn you, though,” I said as he arranged the cups, “I’ve never played beer pong before.”
Let me tell you, tumblr. I haven’t found my calling, but I did employ some old skills. Across the table, on the other team, was a hottie with a bunch of tattoos and some pink in her hair. So, we’re going to call her Pink. I think her male partner was cute, too. Whatever. Didn’t pay him too much attention.
But, I did pull the top of my dress down a little to try to distract him, but she seemed damn into it as well. So, I hammed it up, wiggled my butt, acted cute. I even saved the game through a combination of diving across a rug for the ball (hence my skinned knee) and sinking the last ball.
Not to mention Pink followed me back over to Drew and Walter, who were chatting up some freckled cutie.
Scoreeeeee.
I love when I see clothing on tumblr that resembles clothing I own. And I love when seeing things like this give me wicked ideas about those articles of clothing.