There are some places that I've gone that don't even KNOW about craigslist. People don't have the whit or the brains to use a community board that is free and that can be used to communicate with the entire online community from some two bit tiny town to great big metropolis. So, Reno is one of those places, which amazes me, because it does have the University of Nevada here and I've seen plenty of the pierced and tattooed. Maybe they just aren't plugged in? I find that so very hard to believe.
Anyway, I was amusing myself thoroughly tonight on Casual Encounters cause I could not find a thing to laugh about about on Reno's missed connections. How funny or fun is it when there's a posting every 3 days. Good lawd almighty!
But then I found this and laughed my damn head off. Okay, maybe there is hope.
"I love fat guys on top - m4m - 33
Date: 2005-10-05, 10:58AM PDT
I'm a young 33, white big 6' 250 looking for fat guys to get on top of me. The fatter the better. I know how to use my mouth and im a great lay becus I love to pleese my man. let me be your baby gurl. Lets keep it secret. Married guys are the best. "
Monday, October 17, 2005
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Day 23
Not that I'm counting or anything. Walter and I had a conversation over the BEST damn vegan nachos anywhere-thank you Pneumatic Cafe. He thinks the studio won't open til about the beginning of the year. This could make me break out in hives because I had no intention of driving through snow w/ chains on to get to work everyday-or even 3x a week. Holy shit. And what's he supposed to be paying me for anyway, not to be at work? I mean I'm charming and all, but even I know that doesn't really have much monetary value.
I had one of those days last week that had me feeling lonier than lonely. I drove Mandrea (thanks for the great combo word Sause) to SFO so he could go to Chicago for the big USC/Norte Dame game and his birthday. I did that not cause I love sitting on my ass in a car for 4 hrs., but because during our move here, the side bars of our bedframe mysteriously disappeared. Odd at best. Don't know where they went, so I vowed to take a trip to IKEA to get a new bedframe. Besides, our bedframe looked something out of a mental ward. And we don't need any additional reminders of our craziness. Plus, we bought it cause Mandrea was scheming that it could be used for bondage (he he smirk smirk)...yah, well, outside of that one night like 3 yrs. ago, it has not fulfilled its destiny, so out it goes. Back to the mental ward.
Anyway, we fly down to the city at lighting speed, I drop them off at SFO and then I proceed to see Camera Girl at her place while she finishes a BM report in her pjs with her boss Marian. That was cool, but somewhere between the walk on Haight, buying new boots and finding a fanstastico trapeze artist costume at Wasteland, I got a little depressed. Why? Cause I don't live in the city where all my friends live. And it's hard being in a new town where you don't know anyone and can't do any friggin' yoga cause it's half assed here. ARGGHHH.
But then I took KK's class at Valencia, went to IKEA, met Sause and Sarah for dinner at Hichiban and slept over at their house. Lo and behold, felt way better by the time I left at like 6am to drive back to Truckee to get my ass to work. And then I subbed a class on Saturday which went very well, and Jordan came over for a sleepover and we got all drunk on wine and I babbled my head off about shit no one cares about and Sunday leaves me feeling pretty damn fine. Even if I do live in Reno, I just have to have fun w/ it. I'm on a mission to find some semblance of a cool counterculture/underground thing to do for Halloween. I cannot let my snazzy new costume go to waste.
I had one of those days last week that had me feeling lonier than lonely. I drove Mandrea (thanks for the great combo word Sause) to SFO so he could go to Chicago for the big USC/Norte Dame game and his birthday. I did that not cause I love sitting on my ass in a car for 4 hrs., but because during our move here, the side bars of our bedframe mysteriously disappeared. Odd at best. Don't know where they went, so I vowed to take a trip to IKEA to get a new bedframe. Besides, our bedframe looked something out of a mental ward. And we don't need any additional reminders of our craziness. Plus, we bought it cause Mandrea was scheming that it could be used for bondage (he he smirk smirk)...yah, well, outside of that one night like 3 yrs. ago, it has not fulfilled its destiny, so out it goes. Back to the mental ward.
Anyway, we fly down to the city at lighting speed, I drop them off at SFO and then I proceed to see Camera Girl at her place while she finishes a BM report in her pjs with her boss Marian. That was cool, but somewhere between the walk on Haight, buying new boots and finding a fanstastico trapeze artist costume at Wasteland, I got a little depressed. Why? Cause I don't live in the city where all my friends live. And it's hard being in a new town where you don't know anyone and can't do any friggin' yoga cause it's half assed here. ARGGHHH.
But then I took KK's class at Valencia, went to IKEA, met Sause and Sarah for dinner at Hichiban and slept over at their house. Lo and behold, felt way better by the time I left at like 6am to drive back to Truckee to get my ass to work. And then I subbed a class on Saturday which went very well, and Jordan came over for a sleepover and we got all drunk on wine and I babbled my head off about shit no one cares about and Sunday leaves me feeling pretty damn fine. Even if I do live in Reno, I just have to have fun w/ it. I'm on a mission to find some semblance of a cool counterculture/underground thing to do for Halloween. I cannot let my snazzy new costume go to waste.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
moving to the desert, gonna eat a lot of peaches
As I was writing the title I think "desert" or "dessert"? One you eat, one you leave and one you dehydrate in. Moving to Reno from SF is an interesting state of affairs. Not a huge city, but as big as E. Bay. There are a lot of old people-not older, just old. It's hot there and you know the old folks like the heat. The gambling of course doesn't hurt, since it's just like going to a bunch of bars where you can smoke and drink, you're not expected to get up and dance and you're among your own age group. Sounds fairly reasonable and I can even understand the attraction.
There there's the young crowd in Reno. A lot of big hair or just long hair in the wrong places, mustaches (jesus, why don't men just get rid of those things) and big boob jobs. The next group up is the cool crowd 30 age group-which I'm seeing there is a bit of. Thank god, what would I do if there wasn't.
Anyway, all in all it's not a bad change. People are way nicer and way not pretencious. But of course, why would they be. They live in Reno and Reno is the not so glam Vegas. But it's okay, cause I'm not exactly sure I'd want to be living in Vegas either.
I drive up to Truckee a few times a week now, until our yoga studio is built out in Reno. This makes for a great commute, although I am not too psyched about driving around all the time to do EVERYTHING. Like get water (bottled) because you'd be crazy to drink the shit that comes out of the faucet. You could bleach a shirt with it.
We've already had house guests. Camera Girl and her new man came up from the Playa-post BM clean up crew that I'm sure will be going on for a while before the snow comes. I love house guests. They are good to have around. And it's nice not to be employed in the regular old sense where I couldn't make time to see them. Ah, the lifestyle is so much more chill.
Okay, where's my coffee. At this point, I feel that my eyeballs are about to fall right out of my skull- I'm that tired. Pop, ooohhh, here they go.
There there's the young crowd in Reno. A lot of big hair or just long hair in the wrong places, mustaches (jesus, why don't men just get rid of those things) and big boob jobs. The next group up is the cool crowd 30 age group-which I'm seeing there is a bit of. Thank god, what would I do if there wasn't.
Anyway, all in all it's not a bad change. People are way nicer and way not pretencious. But of course, why would they be. They live in Reno and Reno is the not so glam Vegas. But it's okay, cause I'm not exactly sure I'd want to be living in Vegas either.
I drive up to Truckee a few times a week now, until our yoga studio is built out in Reno. This makes for a great commute, although I am not too psyched about driving around all the time to do EVERYTHING. Like get water (bottled) because you'd be crazy to drink the shit that comes out of the faucet. You could bleach a shirt with it.
We've already had house guests. Camera Girl and her new man came up from the Playa-post BM clean up crew that I'm sure will be going on for a while before the snow comes. I love house guests. They are good to have around. And it's nice not to be employed in the regular old sense where I couldn't make time to see them. Ah, the lifestyle is so much more chill.
Okay, where's my coffee. At this point, I feel that my eyeballs are about to fall right out of my skull- I'm that tired. Pop, ooohhh, here they go.
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