So, I'm plowing through my New Year's Resolution.
The first book was tough because I was hoping it would help me creatively but mostly it's just a religious book.
I'm not Godless or anything but I wasn't really expecting all the praying and crap. (Are we allowed to follow the word "praying" with the word "crap"? At least I didn't say "shit"!)
The second book....well, it was unreadable.
I got about halfway through when I realized that for the last few weeks I had been thinking I'd rather have a torid affair with Michael Moore than to sit down and try to read this mind numbingly boring book!
The fact that the idea of his sweaty, meaty mitts roving my body was more pleasurable than reading that book made me realize that I am a free-thinking individual and have the right to not finish a book if I find it tiresome.
New Year's Resolution be damned! I'm moving on!
Resolutions are for gheys. You're too fab for those.
P.S.
I totally didn't "ho-out" tonight. I think i'm getting all responsible about sex now "let's just forget about the sex on the first date for now and let me have my fantasy cause that didn't count, I mean you can't sit a starving man down in front of a feast and not expect him o to eat)...but anyway, yeah, I got mad drunk tonight but I was a good girl!!!!
Yay me?
Oh, and btw I simply HAVE to tell you what we talked about tonight. Hit me up and remind me.
xoxo
T
Dude,
I thought drunk dialing was bad...drunk commenting is worse! LOL
Good for you for not "ho-ing out" last night. Maybe we should add sex on the first date but not on the second or third to our book "Dating for the Modern Ho".
Sooooo...
You're saying you're having sex with Michael Moore now? I mean, you said "I'd rather have a torid affair with Michael Moore than to sit down and try to read this mind numbingly boring book!" So if you're not reading the book, one would assumed you have begun your torrid affair. God, I just keep picturing Fat Bastard pulling that peice of fried chicken from one of his fat rolls. Might want to bring a fork, De.
Fuck you, shank! I just vomited all over my keyboard. You now owe me $54.99 to replace my Microsoft Natural Ergonomical keyboard.
(Well, not really replace...I had the standard keyboard but I would really like the ergonomic one, please.)
Why don't you just ask your new boyfriend? He's the one who's rich!
>8P
It wouldn't work, shank. He only uses his money for evil....and food.
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Posted by: eqisx at February 24, 2010 12:45 PM