i'm ready for autumn.

[gangsta puffin]

i think it may have been brought on by the talk of winter vs summer clothes in another thread, but i'm fully ready for fall. i'm sick of the stifling heat and the clothes and the attitude and the feeling of summer. i want some cool air, fires (the fireplace kind k), cozy clothes and blankets, hot spicy drinks, falling leaves, etc etc! i'm a big dork about seasons.
since i also plan on visiting england in december/january i'm also looking forward to what i imagine is a cozy english winter, snow plz.

[Molly]

i'm always ready for the change of seasons. i like them all. besides, my summer in scotland was 1000 times better than my summer in canada has been. summer here is hot, gross, exhausting, humid, boring, bland.

[blackeyedAngel]

me tooooo. i hate summer (i just hate the heat, really, being out of school is fine, although being home blows). fall is my favorite time of year, when it's all cool and crisp and lovely.

[Divine]

fuck the heat. i hate it. texas = suck ass during the winter.

sorry for the profanity...

[Hi There, Am Pam]

Originally posted by danno
sorry for the profanity...


You can stuff your sorrys in a sack, mister! Such vulgarity!

[Divine]

eat my raw vagina.

[Hi There, Am Pam]

I only have a spork, will that do?

[Kinbote]

Fall reminds of death. So do winter and spring and summer, in their own ways, but fall's disconcerts me the most.

[sleepy sinner]

Autumn is my favourite season, because the weather is so perfectly balanced between coolness and warmth. Spring is too I guess but spring gives me hayfever so I don't really like it.

Also the colours in autumn, the autumn inspired clothes that come in in beuatiful colours, the beginning of the time when you slowly begin to realise that heaps of hot chocolates are coming your way, and my birthday. And Easter. And not too much homework or many exams.

yay for autumn!

[Molly]

Originally posted by UncleLester
Fall reminds of death. So do winter and spring and summer, in their own ways, but fall's disconcerts me the most. in what ways do the different seasons remind you of death?

[Kinbote]

I should think winter is obvious. Spring the smell of decay in the dampness, as well as a series of funerals during impressionable years. Summer, because I've spent in my time a handful of summers wanting to die.

[Intern Kate]

fall is my favorite weather, and i like going on haunted hayrides and cider and apple-picking and foliage, but my birthdays give me anxiety.

[gangsta puffin]

Originally posted by Intern Kate
my birthdays

:therock:

[Static Split Screen]

Fall = school :(

[Herr Lipp]

I have no sympathy for people going back to school, its a piece of piss!

Wheres my fucking summer gone? It was only hot for about a week. I aint got a tan for shit this year. Hey its fucking 45 degrees C in spain today. Thats HAWT! like human-killing hawt! I bet there will still be some pissed up Brits with their shirts off and stuff down the pub. English people are great on Spanish holidays :yes:

Though, t'other day, I was imagining the winter night smell. I miss it. And I need to get some new jumpers/sweaters so perfect excuse.

[Lalique]

Originally posted by UncleLester
Fall reminds of death. So do winter and spring and summer, in their own ways, but fall's disconcerts me the most.

ugh i feel like that in spring.

autumn is the loveliest, i love it the most but it's always over so quickly.

Megan; winter here is cold and rainy but it ALWAYS ALWAYS snows in february WITHOUT FAIL, however I am the only person in the country to have noticed this.

[Lalique]

sorry, MegHan

[Herr Lipp]

But england hasnt had a really big DUMP for a good few years. It only snows for one maybe two days and lasts about teh same. I blame global warming. In the 80's it snowed so much that my village was cut off and the Army had to bring us milk and bread and shit (I was a baby), now that would be sick this year: No work, blap.

[Narcissistic Nihilist]

Originally posted by Lalique
sorry, MegHan

:-*

welp i'll see for myself i hope, i've been craving cold rainy weather lately, it's very odd! i want cold rain and a fireplace to curl up to.

oops this is megHan

[milpool]

we havent had much of a summer so i dont really care. there's only been like 10 really hot days and there's been some good storms. but thunderstorms are the only good thing about summer so see ya later. autumn is best.

[Peter]

I, too, am definitely ready for it to not be 90+ degrees every day and so humid that my balls always stick to the sides of my legs. I hate that!

I want to drink hot chocolate with rasberry vodka in it and cuddle up next to a warm girl.

[Pele]

autumn is my favorite season ever... you know how every season you think, "wow, this is definately my favorite. fuck summer/spring/winter!" well, fall is always held high. there's something about the crispness in the air, and i mean i hate the cold but i'll go without sleeves for as long as possible just to feel the cool, guys.

but yeah. it's perfect, cos you've just got back into the rhythm of uni, it's comfy, you can stop worrying about those tank tops showing off the rolls, soup is just so much more satisfying, the colors are amazing, cuddling is a million times more fun.

oh man... and the sunsets, so comforting :(

[Pele]

Originally posted by Peter
I want to drink hot chocolate with rasberry vodka in it and cuddle up next to a warm girl.

i really dislike hot alcohol, it just burns in a bad way and makes me kinda sick. they had spiked coffee/hot chocolate on my alaskan cruise and i tried it, it wasn't that pleasant.

but so romantic :(

[Kinbote]

Every Christmas morning my mother and I have Irish whisky in our coffees.

[Pele]

once my mom and i spiked our own sodas at El Dorado, the local bbq place, with single-serve 99 Apples shots. not as cozy, i know, but just as fun.

[Kinbote]

I can never quite bring myself to get as drunk as I might like to when my mother's around.

[Pele]

alcohol seems to affect me a tiny bit more when i'm around my mom. i think it's the comfort level. each drink is worth, oh about 1.35 drinks in the outside world. that said, i've gotten drunk with my mom a few times and found out a couple of scandalous secrets that i never would have known about otherwise. i can't wait until she finishes nursing school-- she said she'd smoke pot with me! :D

[Kinbote]

I find that sort of thing unnerving, myself. My mother told me once a very detailed anecdote about doing blow in the men's room of some infamous gay bar in Chelsea and, while I guess it's nice that she's "open" and stuff, I just don't want to hear it from her. That's the kind of thing I do, not that she does. God. I've also been informed that she smoked pot on a daily basis until she became pregnant with me, which bothers me less. I should qualify, by the way, my inability to get drunk around my mother: if it's at some kind of family gathering, then I'm perfectly content to get trashed - indeed, it's necessary for survival - but when it's just she and I, I feel an odd compulsion to cut myself off.

[Pele]

wow, your mom sounds so much cooler than my mom :( although, my mom made a clay pipe for herself in high school pottery class - i can't believe the teacher let her put it in the kiln, but hey, i guess those were the 70s... she told me she only did it about 5 times but i don't believe her. too bad she didn't keep the pipe though, it could've been a family heirloom.

[Pele]

btw ted i can smell the booze on your breath

[Kinbote]

The truly comic thing to my mind is that it seems pretty much inevitable that my father must also have smoked pot back then, and I absolutely cannot imagine him stoned - clipped mustache, button-down shirt, steel-framed glasses - it'd be something. That would be a swellish heirloom, and a delight to explain the presence of in the china cabinet to dinner party guests and shuffling-through real estate agents and whatnot. Though I must say that I personally very much dislike pot, as a point of clarification.

And I have NO IDEA what the fuck you mean to be implying with your remark about "booze" and "breath." You intemperate bitch.

[Pele]

holy shit, for a split second i thought you were really insulting me and i got all flushed and hot-heated, my heart even skipped a beat.

anyway, i think it's easier to imagine moms smoking pot than dads. dads just have this super-composed look, even if it's kind of scruffy it's still no-nonsense. men change when they become dads. women, on the other hand, stay essentially the same. since we all imagine ourselves as mothers from the day we achieve cognizance, we can retain our youthfulness a little easier and thus as mature adults retain a semblance to the young generation that dads don't quite have.

i think it might be about time for bed. :(

[Kinbote]

I shall never be composed or mature.

[Pele]

that's why you're just so damn hot. fuck composure! (women really do want unstable self-centered bad boys, i'm telling you the truth. until age 23, that is.)

[Kinbote]

I'm not sure I'm a "bad boy," but I'm certainly self-centered, and becoming more and more unstable every day! Chick magnet? Chick. Magnet?

[Pele]

instability is a great girl attractor, the maternal instinct just kicks in and we think we can change you, mold you into something to be proud of and love. like the cowgirl position is gonna instill valuable life lessons. pshaw!

[Kinbote]

I like the cowgirl because I don't have to do anything.

[Pele]

good for you! my boyfriend likes to be on top, all the time. once he even said to me "well, we both like it better that way" when i KNOW i'd mentioned otherwise.

now my bisexual crossdressing ex, HE liked being on the bottom. too bad he was just really weird and dumped me because we had different needs. meaning, i needed to make the 4-legged monster and he wanted to wait. he really did have issues.

[Kinbote]

It's entirely selfish! I just find it a lot easier to concentrate on not ejaculating if I don't have anything else to consider.

It's hard to imagine a bi sexphobic crossdresser having issues.

[Pele]

i know, isn't it?

that said, i'm probably gonna have extremely platonic drinks with him sometime within the next couple of weeks. he's an interesting guy and a decent friend, just not someone you wanna get intimate with. he didn't even like blow jobs. can you imagine?!

[Kinbote]

I don't know, while they certainly feel fine, I feel that blowjobs obligate me to perform to at the least an equivalent amount of cunnilingus, an act for which I've little taste, pun half-intended. (I also can't really fathom a girl enjoying blowing a fellow especially.) My most recent female companion and I had an anti-oral sex compact that served us both very well.

[Pele]

i dunno, i don't entirely dislike giving fellatio, it's more of a mental turn-on (whereas intercourse is more physically satisfying) for me than anything else.

i always thought men loved going down, that it was a kind of "drinking from the fountain of youth" kind of thing.

[Kinbote]

It's an obligation akin to renewing one's driver's license or car registration. Much time spent in horror anticipating; then the actual act, which is tolerable but tedious.

Frankly, though, I'm not one to go by. I'd never have sex at all were it not for the fact that halfway often I want to.

[Pele]

well, if it makes you feel any better i'd bang you! so's long as we split a 12-pack (or a small bottle of gin) first.

[Kinbote]

Not TOO much liquor, though (and certainly no 12 pack: beer is bloating and uncouth), or else I'd just start yelling about what a fucking faggot, say, Dave Eggers is, or someone similar, and then I'd stalk around and snarl and drink more until I passed out or blacked out.

[Pele]

beer might be uncouth but i've found that a decent beer isn't very bloating at all - the beau has turned me onto Beck's and although it makes me burp like everything else, i don't wake up feeling like i slept in a rocky swamp.

i've estimated that 3.5 shots-worth taken over an hour's time is the ideal for reasonably uninhibited yet still pleasurable playtime. for me, anyway.

[Kinbote]

Well, I also find beer inefficient - I'd rather be more drunk with a lot less fluid ounces swallowed. Keeps me trim, and saves several toilet trips over the course of an evening. Also, I'm not particularly enamored of beer-flavor, except as a complement to food.

That sounds approximately right. I don't keep very careful track of how much I've been drinking while at home, or in someone else's home, but if in a bar I find it's after the fourth drink is swallowed but prior to the start of the fifth that I acheive that ultralucid, unboundaried but capable and mostly rational state. Which is always sadly fleeting.

[Pele]

we could get along, my friend. i really do think we could. however, i have to get to bed. long day tomorrow. probably longer and much more emotionally trying than i'm expecting. good night!

[Kinbote]

"Gob less."

[gangsta puffin]

that was fascinating

[Lalique]

GOD my heart cries and cries for a perfect dickensian christmas with no such thing as plastic ugh omg