OooOOooO 
Thanks for all the sweet comments on my latest set. I think it really captured my personality and I'm glad everyone was able to pick up on how much fun I had -- and how crazy I am!
My friend Brian has air conditioning, so on Saturday afternoon he invited me over to sit in his freezing apartment and watch 2001: A Space Odyssey. I got to lay under a blanket for the first time in days!! We ended up not really watching much of the movie, though. I found it boring. So, instead we wrestled!
Afterwards, he took me to Pink's for hot dogs. Penis jokes ensued. I'd never been before, and I still don't get the hype. The wait was ridiculous. I got a spicy polish dog with mustard, sauerkraut, cheese and onions. YUM! And I ate jalepenos.
Today, I was still craving hot dogs. And chili. So, I made myself two Ball Park Frank's, put 'em in a couple buns with some cheese, plopped a can of chili on top with liberal amounts of Tapatio sauce. I wolfed both of them down and promptly threw up.
Ah, well. It was fun while it lasted. Now I have all these wieners and cans of chili that I don't think I'll be eating anywhere in the near future. Hmph.
Earlier in the day while I was at the grocery shopping for said hot dogs and chili to satisfy my craving, I ran into not one, but two Firemen. In uniform. Buying groceries. OMG. That's so hot. Really I intended to just go get the buns and run, but as soon as I saw those sexy men in uniform I thought, "Well, maybe I could use a loaf a bread, too. And some smoked turkey. Hmmm.. I could get a jar of pickles as well". So, I proceed to stalk these Fire Fighters throughout the store.
The sight of them made me reminisce a bit about the cop I had a brief fling with a few months back. He dropped me after finding out I was a stripper. Interesting how after seeing someone for two weeks they can still have no idea what I do or have done for a living -- and just in general. I'm very good at keeping conversation to a minimum after 2:00 in the morning.
So, anyway. Yes. I followed two Firemen around a grocery store this afternoon. I ended up getting in line right behind them at the checkout. One of them made eye contact with me and smiled a bit... I'm not certain if it's because he'd noticed me everywhere they went all around the store or what.. but they were unloading their cart full of all kinds of chicken pieces so I ask, "Oooh, are you having a barbecue?" He explains to me that they just have to prepare dinner... they all switch duties from week to week and it's their week to cook. OMG. That's so sexy! Those two hot firefighters get to cook for a whole station full of other firefighters? Naked?? Okay, no, of course not. That would be unsafe. I didn't trust myself to pursue further conversation and instead just shut my mouth so I could get in my last few moments of drooling and fantasizing until they walked out of my life. Or, uhm, walked out of the grocery store, rather.
Funny this, (one of) the boy(s) I'd been (am) smitten with is training to become a fireman. I'd just emailed him a slew of questions last night about his training and the application process... out of general curiosity. It hadn't occurred to me that I might pose those same questions to the grocery store firefighters... the uniforms... so distracting.
I'm drooling now.
Goodnight!
Thanks for all the sweet comments on my latest set. I think it really captured my personality and I'm glad everyone was able to pick up on how much fun I had -- and how crazy I am!
My friend Brian has air conditioning, so on Saturday afternoon he invited me over to sit in his freezing apartment and watch 2001: A Space Odyssey. I got to lay under a blanket for the first time in days!! We ended up not really watching much of the movie, though. I found it boring. So, instead we wrestled!
Afterwards, he took me to Pink's for hot dogs. Penis jokes ensued. I'd never been before, and I still don't get the hype. The wait was ridiculous. I got a spicy polish dog with mustard, sauerkraut, cheese and onions. YUM! And I ate jalepenos.
Today, I was still craving hot dogs. And chili. So, I made myself two Ball Park Frank's, put 'em in a couple buns with some cheese, plopped a can of chili on top with liberal amounts of Tapatio sauce. I wolfed both of them down and promptly threw up.
Ah, well. It was fun while it lasted. Now I have all these wieners and cans of chili that I don't think I'll be eating anywhere in the near future. Hmph.
Earlier in the day while I was at the grocery shopping for said hot dogs and chili to satisfy my craving, I ran into not one, but two Firemen. In uniform. Buying groceries. OMG. That's so hot. Really I intended to just go get the buns and run, but as soon as I saw those sexy men in uniform I thought, "Well, maybe I could use a loaf a bread, too. And some smoked turkey. Hmmm.. I could get a jar of pickles as well". So, I proceed to stalk these Fire Fighters throughout the store.
The sight of them made me reminisce a bit about the cop I had a brief fling with a few months back. He dropped me after finding out I was a stripper. Interesting how after seeing someone for two weeks they can still have no idea what I do or have done for a living -- and just in general. I'm very good at keeping conversation to a minimum after 2:00 in the morning.
So, anyway. Yes. I followed two Firemen around a grocery store this afternoon. I ended up getting in line right behind them at the checkout. One of them made eye contact with me and smiled a bit... I'm not certain if it's because he'd noticed me everywhere they went all around the store or what.. but they were unloading their cart full of all kinds of chicken pieces so I ask, "Oooh, are you having a barbecue?" He explains to me that they just have to prepare dinner... they all switch duties from week to week and it's their week to cook. OMG. That's so sexy! Those two hot firefighters get to cook for a whole station full of other firefighters? Naked?? Okay, no, of course not. That would be unsafe. I didn't trust myself to pursue further conversation and instead just shut my mouth so I could get in my last few moments of drooling and fantasizing until they walked out of my life. Or, uhm, walked out of the grocery store, rather.
Funny this, (one of) the boy(s) I'd been (am) smitten with is training to become a fireman. I'd just emailed him a slew of questions last night about his training and the application process... out of general curiosity. It hadn't occurred to me that I might pose those same questions to the grocery store firefighters... the uniforms... so distracting.
I'm drooling now.
Goodnight!
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I run and run and run lately...but I did catch your new set. And even though I'd been lucky enough to get a sneak peek, the total hotness still knocked my socks off. And I don't even wear socks! It like...put socks on my feet just to knock them off.