I hate how the internet makes it so easy to stalk people.... not because I'm being stalked, but because I've been "checking in on" a certain hottie tottie that I know. I know it's not okay, but I can't help myself. Gah! If only he would come to his senses and go out with me I wouldn't have to be all Creepy McCreeperson from Creepsville Creepsylvania. Ya know?
Unrelated and less smarmy: I'm going to Oklahoma to visit my friend Dave this week. I'm leaving after work on Thursday and skipping town for a few days. I'll be back in time to pick Mummy up from the airport and bring her back to my place. This means I need to parent-proof the apartment and stash all my naughty girl things at my ex's. I'm not entirely ready to part with these things, because at some point between now and when I leave town I need to work the club to get a little extra cash moneys. Or maybe I'll just take all my change to the bank and have them change it for me... I've got a boatload of coins, and going to the bank requires roughly 7 hours and 45 minutes less of work than a shift at the club.
Yeah, I'm taking the easy way out.
That's all for now.
Unrelated and less smarmy: I'm going to Oklahoma to visit my friend Dave this week. I'm leaving after work on Thursday and skipping town for a few days. I'll be back in time to pick Mummy up from the airport and bring her back to my place. This means I need to parent-proof the apartment and stash all my naughty girl things at my ex's. I'm not entirely ready to part with these things, because at some point between now and when I leave town I need to work the club to get a little extra cash moneys. Or maybe I'll just take all my change to the bank and have them change it for me... I've got a boatload of coins, and going to the bank requires roughly 7 hours and 45 minutes less of work than a shift at the club.
Yeah, I'm taking the easy way out.
That's all for now.
He'll totally come to his senses, unless he's fucking retarded!