Today's entry is dedicated to Ray, because he asked nice and kept me from being bored almost all this evening. It's the same reason that the "Ray is My Bitch" page exists.

For some reason, Pink Floyd always makes me think of a trip to the planetarium my friends and I went on in high school. Not a school trip, I've forgotten almost all those horrible boring trips...it was a trip we planned ourselves one night. We went to see the Pink Floyd laser light show. That in itself should explain why I think of Pink Floyd...but it doesn't.

I was introduced to Pink Floyd by Brian (Y'know, the boyfriend I always talk about...THAT Brian) and Ray, Math Man.

So Pink Floyd always makes me think of them. So sitting in front of my computer and listening to Pink Floyd, I thought about high school, light shows, and Brian and Ray (or Ray and Brian, as I'm sure Ray will argue). Then Ray popped online and I grinned at my computer (which makes me wish I had a webcam, because I'm looking so good today it's painful to the untrained. :::snicker:::) and sent Ray a hello.

Three hours later we were still chatting. That manages to happen when I talk to Ray. We usually have stuff to talk about...probably helped by the fact that we live in different states now, and have know each other for um...I dunno...coming up on seven years. Damn. I've known Ray since I was a freshman in high school...

The gist of it is: I hated him, I liked him, we made out once, we hated each other, we got along, then either hated each other or were 'cordial' for the next few years, and ultimately seem to have called a truce and developed a strange kind of friendship. We practice our flirting skills for when we're faced with a real flirting situation, and talk about Brian...my boyfriend and his friend.

He told me he was masturbating and I would have laughed had I not been worried he was serious.

I asked him what I felt like watching and he picked one of the few movies I would have agreed I did actually want to see. One Crazy Summer. Y'know...Hoops, the Cute and Fuzzy Bunnies, The Boat....don't even try to tell me you haven't seen One Crazy Summer. You know the drill: if you haven't seen it.....GO FORTH FROM THIS PLACE IN SHAME!!!!

Is anyone left?

Before getting off the computer we managed to discuss high school, the fact that we never went out, how badly the phrase 'deceptively hot' has scarred him, and directions to Michigan. I also confessed the fact that I am putty in the hands of any man wearing Drakkar. He complained that women never confess those things at the right times.

That IS what makes us women, right? We only tell you what it was that was missing and excluded them from our dating pool a few years after we've excluded them. Men, the idea is that you are supposed to magically FIND OUT those things and just DO them. That's how we find Mr. Right. He just DOES those things.

Somehow it seems unfair, doesn't it.

Good...it's more fun that way.

This all more detailed in the RealAudio entry, which I'm sure you noticed sitting over in the side bar....