So, I was just sitting on my bed, drinking a beer, watching ESPN Classic, and scratching my crotch. All of a sudden, a thought came over me: "Could I get anymore dyke-y?"
BTW: All my gay friends, you know I love ya - and that was not meant to be offensive. Hey - am I a homophobe? Ask my ex-girlfriend.
What part of this scenario is sexier: the fact that I just virorously scrubbed my toilet with my toilet brush, or the fact that I did it butt-ass naked?
For some of you, this is a rhetorical question. You know who you are.
Stupid Jessica is having stupid sex with her stupid boyfriend instead of stupid talking to me even though I'm stupid bored and can't find my stupid phone and I want to stupid go do something tonight, but I stupid don't know what to stupid do. Stupid sigh.
I got a lil drunk tonight at Porneoke. Now I'm waiting for Shane to show up and crash on our couch. If he's not here by 2, I'm sleeping. Sorry honey - but a girl needs to work!