Nah, I think it actually happened. He talks of her with far less passion then he talks of his prescription drugs. Now he has a clean slate before the meet up.
Not quite as exotic, but I have yardwork awaiting me. And you wonder why I stay within the cozy confines of these 4 walls with the gentle glow of my computer screen.
I'm still in bed. Can't bring myself to leave bc I don't want to study for the most boring class of my life. (Clinical Management of Internal Med. It's as awesome as it sounds.)
I'm jealous of you for having a yard to work in... Also. I got New Guy drunk last night. Comical amazingness.
I would punt a small child if it meant being able to get into the mountains today. However, I desperately need to get ahead on homework for this week because my work schedule will pretty much take up all the time I'm not in a class.
Four separate female posts in a row. Such a shift in tides in here the last little while. You would think this place ISN'T possibly populated with creepy perverts if you just became a member here.
It's our ploy to lure in new members. See, look how warm and fuzzy it is around here, and when they become comfortable, BAM. I am not sure what BAM is, but I am sure you guys have some ideas. I just went and trimmed some plants and now I feel like I may need a nap. I just may have had too much to drink last night.
*something about what I'd do to Shimmered's ass if she wasn't a complete stranger who lives thousands of miles away* ...is my official response.
I kinda want to see what Shimmered looked like all decked out in her nude dress and nude heels last night but don't want to be all creepy and ask. Oh look Rob already covered creepy so I guess it's ok now.
Since it's so nice out, I have my windows open. Gotta love a good breeze as you wait for 1 pm kickoff. Since I have my windows open, I have the please of listening to the old woman in the apartment across from me. The one with the 2-packs-per-day habit and the case of Tourette's. Listening to her spout of "god damn stupid motherfucker" to nobody in particular, followed by an explosive series of hacks as her lungs feebly try to give out, is high comedy. I'm trying to devise a drinking game out of it, based on the different words she yells. You guys are the experts: go!