January 15, 2005
[the sexual frustration post] 06:34 PM
So, I've been here 2 weeks now. I live alone. I'm a young, 23 year-old sexual dynamo and I'm going insane.
It's not like it's that hard to get laid, I live right next to West Hollywood, and I'm sure at any given moment I could troll the bottom of the barrell for a meaningless sexual experience, but I'm not so much about that.
What is disconcerting me is the lack of WereKyle. The WereKyle is a creature of lust, a wild animal attraction, that makes me go a little bit insane. WereKyle used to come out all the time, walking down the street, waiting in line for a movie, and most especially while browsing bookstores. I haven't felt that innate tingle since I've really been in LA. Sure I'm sexually frustrated, and sure I want to get laid, but with WHO?
Pretty soon people will start calling me "Maria." They'll tell me the hills are alive, and that I should be a nannny. So sad.
I am willing to bet that there are a few creepy propositions waiting in your inbox as a result of that post, Ky. Hahaha.
And you'll never go totally Sound-of-Music on us. I have a feeling that Werekyle will strike before some poor Californian can cry out "Texas Beef".
(On a sidenote: my company just hired a new guy, and his name is Kyle: middle name, Austin. What next? "Kyle Dallas"? "Kyle Corpus Christi"?)
Posted by: Jason at January 15, 2005 08:19 PMThat should read, "but with WHOM?"
:-)
just do it, kyle...
Posted by: Colin at January 16, 2005 03:07 AMBoy can I relate to the Maria thing... so I just gave in and founded my own monastic order:
http://flickr.com/photos/ryan/4609/
:-)
--Quiplash.
Posted by: Ryan Schultz (Quiplash) at January 21, 2005 12:12 PM
