Holy Thursday Batman.

I have been sick all week and really do not have much to say other than "being sick really fucking sucks". Yep, you can quote me on that.

The sucky part, other than being sick, so I guess I should say, the suckier part is...I am leaving for Florida today feeling like a junglebush in tight spandex sweating in the Amazon. For the first time ever I am not looking forward to going on vacation :( And I get to go on a boat and Im still not excited.

Allergies are like dingleberries...they go lurk right under the surface until your about to do some fun stuff. (Yep, I dated a guy who had some dingleberries now and again. I would rip on him on for that but I understand the pressures of pooping at work. I could feel his pain.)

Ok the meds are making me tarded again.

Have sweet weekends.

Sunday Funday.

I had no idea how sexually frustrated I was until about 3:40 pm yesterday.

As usual my Sunday afternoons are confined to my family room couch. Although since mom's boyfriend was home, and I hate him, I proceeded to spend my Sunday afternoon on the living room couch...which is not nearly as comfortable. The nice part of the living room is that it has sliding doors which allow you to close yourself off from the world, or in my case mom's boyfriend. I tend to spend the whole day dozing in and out of consciousness.

So after about my 4th short nap of the day a jolt wakes me up. I cautiously look around the room to make sure someone isnt playing a trick on me and that is when I realize...my hand is down my pants and my pants are wet...

Whatthefuck? Now this has only happened to me like once before...possibly twice. I have definitely had wet dreams before, but to actually masterbate in my sleep...crazy weird. (Or maybe not?) I have no idea what I was dreaming about or who it was about but for the love of god I wish that would happen more often. I was in the best mood after that. I felt so relaxed until....

about an hour later when my mom came into the living room to make sure I was ok. She heard me "having a nightmare".

Weird.

Happy 50th Post

Proof that two of my favorite people can coexist without a crazy throwdown. Meet my ninjrate or my pirja. Whatever you would like to call it.

And FYI:
He is my third favorite person and my soon-to-be fuckbuddy.

Just sayin. Word.

hot boobs.

I decided that since I got a pretty good base tan after my long weekend (killer springbreak 06) in Memphis that tanning when I got home before I leave for Florida at the end of the month is a great idea. So fucking wrong.

I am sitting in my office with my door shut and my shirt unbuttoned to keep the searing burn that is my boobs nice and cool and easily accesible for the insane amount of itching. This is bothersome in so many ways.

My ass, although lovely, is burnt as well but my boobs are definitely distracting me from paying attention to it. Why did I do this to myself? As I am sitting here typing this I am itching like a mutha-fucka all ova.

But I look super hot so that is what counts...

I am so shallow.

monday

At 1:54 pm He said goodbye.

And that is all she wrote.