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The Lewd Angel

Mega Ultra Asian Style Party Extravaganza

I drank last night and lost my house keys so I ended up staying over at Joe's house. We had a couple of fights. It's because we chose to discuss the subjects of how I think he has poor language skills and how he thinks I am an awkward dresser. The awkward dresser part turned into me saying ARE YOU SAYING I AM TOO FAT FOR THE PANTS I WEAR EVERYDAY? and being all girl-cryish about it and Joe acting all, NO I AM QUEER EYE FOR THE STRAIGHT GUY ONLY I AM STRAIGHT. Also Joe doesn't really know what music he likes and I was harrassing him about that and he was explaining how in Egypt there is not multiple choices of music; it is just like there is certain artists that EVERYONE listens to. Then he was explaining about some 80's egyptian pop star who had a handkerchief she waved around or something when she sang but he called it a loincloth and I was like OH! I WIN! THAT IS SOME POOR ENGLISH RIGHT THERE. and he got defensive like, okay, yeah loincloth technically means a cloth that covers your your loins BUT WHAT SHAPE IS A LOINCLOTH? so his argument was that a handkerchief and a loincloth are basically the same thing because they are both shaped like rectangles. pfft. The moral of the story is that I have been in fat denial for a year now and Joe is shitty at english but if you ask Joe abou the moral of the story he will probably tell you that it is that I am a losery girl who cries when you imply that I might be wearing ill-fitting clothes and that he is totally awesome at everything.

Anyway, it turns out that my keys were on top of one those butt stop things outside my workplace. I am an idiot.

Id talk more but I have some mega-partying to do.

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