Well, I decided this morning that my man will get some tonight. I prepped the area...
If he only knew decisions regarding his sexual fate were made in the wee hours of the morning...
...so it's been predetermined, unless he does something to anger me before then.
The girl started camp. She loves it, which makes me happy. FYI the cost of such happiness is a mere $1,000 a month...that's not pesos.
I still haven't seen the new Twilight. What kind of fan am I? I'm waiting for the availability of two friends to align with mine...so...perhaps I'll see it when it comes out on DVD next year.
I read The Pact, by Jodi Picoult. She is one disturbed human being. Hmmm...I think I'll write about child molestation and suicide today in great detail. Yes, then afterwards I'll do the dishes and have a nice cup of tea. Sick bitch. I forced myself to finish it hoping for a decent ending and I was severely disappointed.
It's Birthday time...the man, TexAss, work friend, summer friend, summer friend's sister's son - say that 3x fast. I like gift shopping for little people, they are easy. Gift shopping for big people - I'd rather wax off my eyebrows before my wedding day.
I worry that they won't like their gifts. What's the point in giving a gift if they hate it? The man is hard to buy for because he's all, "Don't spend money on me!" Right. I suppose he means, "Don't spend the money I give you on a gift for me." Makes sense in theory...whatever.
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