Narz
keeping it real
Time will tell I guess.I don’t know if this is a rave or not, but gone to therapy to help me with my feelings of regret and guilt.
Hope it's useful.
Time will tell I guess.I don’t know if this is a rave or not, but gone to therapy to help me with my feelings of regret and guilt.
Rave: got DOSBOX to work. Rant: the screen is infinitely small and now I wade through documentation. Rave: fixed it.
Doom 2 addiction revisited, here I come!
Dog, that's less than two hours. Unless I'm misunderstanding its implied that's long?Sod it, I just spent all the time since the last post playing.
I knew a girl in High School that was in my honors Chemistry class, who was a Captain of the cheerleading team. It was the first class of the day and every Friday she would greet me as I entered the class by jogging/bouncing over to me with a loud request for a "Friday hug". The hugs were very long and elaborate and she would often do extremely flirtatious stuff like sit on my lap, jump into my arms or wrap one or both of her legs around me during the hug. She was a very flirtatious person in general and had an accent and demeanor that was very different from most of the kids I grew up with, because she was relatively rich compared to most kids in the school. The easiest comparison I can make is that she looked and sounded a lot like the Hillary Banks character in Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. In any case we ended up dating eventually. She was a sweet girl... kind of high maintenance, but a very nice, caring person.[/URL]
The Friday Dance
Dear Diary:
I live near Union Square, and I walked my dog around the Con Edison loading dock in the mornings before work.
At some point, I became friendly with the manager at the plant. If I saw him, I would greet him with a hug, and we would talk for a minute or two.
When I saw him one Friday, we were both so happy that it was Friday that we just started to dance.
It became a habit. Every Friday, around 7:30 a.m., we would dance. Sometimes, he would “do” the music and sometimes I would. Sometimes it would be a short ditty, and sometimes we would get an audience. (He was a much better dancer than me.)
A few years ago, I was walking down the street, and a woman pointed at me.
“Oh my goodness,” she said. “It’s you!”
I didn’t know her from Adam, and I’m pretty good with faces. Nonetheless, I said hello.
It turned out that she lived across Third Avenue and had happened to see the Friday dance one morning.
After that, she said, every Friday around 7:30 a.m., she would wait with her cat at her window for the Friday Dance to begin.
— Monique Morgan
Well, yeah. That was in the story. She expected a hug every Friday.kind of high maintenance
My wife is not high maintenance but demands at least one hug every day.Well, yeah. That was in the story. She expected a hug every Friday.