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When you work for an "intimate boutique" like yours truely, Valentines day is much like a marathon... you run around all day and at the end of it all you ask your self "what was i thinking?!"

Anywho. Valentines was uneventful. I didn't get laid. I don't really care for the candy and flowers {though they are nice}, but what I really wanted was dick. Ah well, saturday made up for that

Things that make me go hmmmm:
*When women think that the vibrating bullet on the side a vibrator is for the ass (um, hello, how can you be 50 years old and not know what your clit is for).
**Inspection stickers/tags that come with certain clothes/underwear. Who are those things really meant for? I think it's kinda creepy know that my thong was personally approved for my ass by the mysterious Inspector 19.
***Mace is an actual spice, but when has anyone ever come across a recipe calling for mace. "Did you enjoy your meal? No need to say a word, dear... the tears in your eyes say it all."

Post D-day {oops, I meant V-day} wish list:
~Some blank Mini DV tape
~Some more weed {Ran out. My hook-up is dry
~Chocolate Mint flavored coffee