Crossing over

Have you ever played the game would you rather. . . No? Well i'll give you an example. Someone asks the group would you rather. . .lose a foot or lose a hand or maybe would you rather. . . drown or be burned? The subsequent conversation is guarenteed to fill the most awkward silences & spark heated debate & discussion. So the other day my friend poses me the question would you rather become a lesbian or remain straight but not be with another man for the rest of your life? Without hesitation I reply that I would turn lesbian - after all no one wants to be lonely for the rest of their lives & after attending an all girls school until I was 16 the idea is not so horrific to me! However my friend appears genuinely shocked.

Another popular game from the girls school days was if you had to go with another woman who would it be? After much uncomfortable squirming most people came up with an answer - adding, to hide the embarassment, only if they really had to of course. One of my friends used to boldly state that if Angelina Jolie came along she just would, hands down, no questions asked. This used to make me think & I've come to the conclusion that Pink would be my choice, hands down, no questions asked. Maybe its the boyish hair or the rock chick attitude that does it for me :S - I think I just would!

Thought of the day: "Do today what others won't and live tomorrow like others can't."

Friends forever?

At what point do you realise that you can no longer call someone a friend? Is it when it dawns on you that you no longer have much in common? Or when you realise that you have drifted so far apart that you have turned into two completely different people, with different ideas on how to have a good time. Is it time to call it a day when she downs her body weight in Sambuca, jumps on the nearest thing with a penis & then trys to get involved in a fight. Perhaps its when she expects you to be the one to drag her semi-conscious, intoxicated body into a taxi after a night of irresponsible drinking on her part & that you do it, but only begrudgingly. Or maybe its when it strikes you that she is only going to turn into her mother who encourages you to go out when you are underage and then asks her daughter if shes had a good night as she is throwing up the entire contents of her stomach in the bathroom sink. Is it when you can justify borrowing money from her purse for your train fare home in the morning before she wakes up knowing full well that she is not going to have memory of how much she spent the previous night.
Hmm. . .I think I've made my choice anyway.

Thought of the day: "In matters of no consequence swim with the current but in matters of principal stand like a rock."