1000: Up and awake but by no means motivated. That is what I get for staying up watching B-rated scifi flicks from the 1970’s. I left my laptop at work last night. Wtf was I thinking? I’m jones’en right now for the internet. Thank god, the roomie still has my old one. Whew! Thought I was gonna have a conniption fit. Disaster averted.
1115: I need to go the gym but I am so not feeling motivated right now. Matthew just called and wants to have lunch so I think I’ll be lazy instead.
1245: Matthew proceeds to tell me about the drama of being a porn stage-hand. I’m so incredibly tickled by all the antics, I cannot stop laughing. Thank god, I never got into porn. The shit he had to put up with and endure would far outweigh any cheap thrills I might have otherwise gotten. Afterwards, we go off to Best Buy to pickup some DVD’s for him and a new USB memory stick for me. We stopped and picked up my laptop on the way back. Yay!
1450: I’m home. Email, checked, twitter updated. I rubbed one out and now I think I need a nap. Damn, those daytime TV shows.
1520: Dropping the motorcycle off for a oil change/tune-up. My blue angel needs some love’n. I might as well drag my sorry ass to the gym since I have two hours to kill.
1730: Back to pick up the bike. The guy did a really good job. It was every bit worth the $200.00. My baby is all purdy and new looking again. Wahoooo!
1845: Home, the roomie wants to go to dinner after he goes to gym. I have time to rub one more out before then.
2010: Dinner at the Buffalo place in the ‘hood. We had the tri-tip. It was ok. The service was excellent. We had a sassy waitress who was pulling the Tammy Faye bit w/her makeup. Oh lord.
2130: Contemplating whether to stay home or go out and be a nasty pig. I did get off twice today already but…this is my last Friday off for at least 6 months. Who am I kidding, of course, I’m going out to be a dirty hoe. I live in SF and it is Friday night. Naturally, the roomie already has a bootie call lined up. I hate that bitch sometimes. I’d kill to look as good as he does and he routinely thinks he is fat and fugly. Of course, I manage just fine on my own. I shouldn’t be so jealous.
Boy, you got a lot of stuff accomplished! I got tired just reading that post. 🙂
Here’s hoping that you had a good time being bad.
picturing you rubbing one (or two) off – what an image!
🙂