ladyexxa

I am fairly drained after a night of debauchery, but I can't complain.
Yes I can.
I was making out with my friend in the back of our cab, he got out at his place, and I'm in the back muttering to myself about the debacle. And the cabbie whips around (he's pretty young) and brays "OH. MY. GOD. Girl, that was so hot, you don't even know. Do you mind if I have a smoke? Dayum."

Um, gross? He kept thanking me for the show, and every so often he'd say "dayum" again. It was a long ride home. Did I get a fare cut? No.
Then, my shoe fell off as I got out of the cab and it rolled down the hill. Then he took forever to leave the front of my place and it made me really uptight.
So I went to bed and got up 3 hours later to go back across town & watch my friend's kids. They are really fucking weird:



God. My dad's best friend has lung cancer & brain cancer. The guy used to babysit me when I was wee and he'd do awesome things like spin a flashlight in a salad spinner to entertain me. He also gave me this horrific Clowny doll that scared the living daylights out of me as a child. I can't find an internet picture and you're better off. It had a wind up nose music box. My dad had another best friend but that guy died too. Crashed his plane.
But, my dad has a Roomba vaccuum now. I kidnapped it yesterday and holy hell, bloody entertaining little robot that is.
I am so hungry & I want a cinnabon, like, now.