Friday, people! Thank God It's Fucking Friday! I am going to San Antonio to visit a friend tonight. I intend to return to town tomorrow evening, exhausted and bow-legged and drained. DRAINED, I tell ya!
...me and my expectations... (eyeroll)
or is it a ridiculous sense of entitlement?
So, there will be no workout tonight or tomorrow.
Do I care? Well, sure, but screw it, I need to participate in sexual activity (in a safe way) with another adult who is interested in participating in sexual activity (in a safe way) with me. Over and over again. I need to be DRAINED!!! And, I need to feel the power and satisfaction of DRAINING SOMEONE ELSE!!!
(cue: maniacal laughter)
Fasting blood sugar this morning : 87
In between the sex sessions, I wouldn't mind seeing "The Simpson's Movie".
And kissing. I'm hopeful for a bunch of lip-locking this weekend. I like to snog. Kiss me right, and I'm yours. No hickies. I fucking mean it.
The Dollar Store a few doors down from the YMCA had a huge-ass fire yesterday. The fire trucks had the whole shopping strip blocked off as they battled the blaze. The Y was closed. I'm giving everyone until Sunday to get their shit together.
Did I mention that I got my hair cut REALLY close a week ago or so? Yeah. Me, the guy with the biggest freaking mullet in Texas in 1983 now has his hair clipped (#3 on the back and sides, #5 on top) and I am DIGGIN' it. I rub my head more than my ballbag now. Which is sayin' something!
Shut up, it feels good.