Right then, good day today. Began with Ikean adventures. I officially retract most of the hateful comments I've made about Ikea. They've got some neato shit that all goes on my I-want-it-but-SO-don't-need-it list. I did get out of there with awesome curtains for my room, and even though they're only pinned in place tonight the room feels MUCH more mine. A candle, a picture frame, a stuffed rat and a set of plastic plates completed my haul today. My friends and I had lunch at Honey's Cafe...which is really Brian's, and if you know San Diego you'd better know Brian's...yummmmm Benedicts. *drool*
Wh then swung by their office in El Cajon and I made friends with the most beautiful junkyard dog I've ever seen. He was enormous with paws almost as big as my hands. He looked like a cross between a White German Shepherd and a Great Pyranees. (How the hell do you spell that?) Gorgeous. He stopped barking at me, so I started talking to him, and eventually I did a thing that would make me the poster child for stupidity: I reached through the bars of the gate to scratch him. Luckily, he seemed to realize that I just appreciated him and didn't intend to steal his stuff. Good dog. So I still have all my limbs this evening, which I'm grateful for.
Back to friend's house to endure the tediousness of the Indy 500. Around and around and around they go. So we came up with a drinking game: each time the cars crash you have to make up a 2-part drink, using the sponsers of the cars involved. Unfortunately we inveted it in the final 10, so we're gonna have to give it a go next time with a fresh race and a full liquor cabinet.
Then a trip to the mall to find clothes. No clothes. Bummer. To Radio Shack where I got to play with 20Q and the RoboRaptor. The to Carnival market for fresh Mexican goodness: tortillas and queso fresco and jamaica, oh my!
Then out with another friend to the PB Bar & Grill for a whiskey sour, some horny girl talk and a few cigs. Home again, home again, jiggity jig.
Good stuff. Now all I need is a stiff cock and I'd be in Happyland.
Wh then swung by their office in El Cajon and I made friends with the most beautiful junkyard dog I've ever seen. He was enormous with paws almost as big as my hands. He looked like a cross between a White German Shepherd and a Great Pyranees. (How the hell do you spell that?) Gorgeous. He stopped barking at me, so I started talking to him, and eventually I did a thing that would make me the poster child for stupidity: I reached through the bars of the gate to scratch him. Luckily, he seemed to realize that I just appreciated him and didn't intend to steal his stuff. Good dog. So I still have all my limbs this evening, which I'm grateful for.
Back to friend's house to endure the tediousness of the Indy 500. Around and around and around they go. So we came up with a drinking game: each time the cars crash you have to make up a 2-part drink, using the sponsers of the cars involved. Unfortunately we inveted it in the final 10, so we're gonna have to give it a go next time with a fresh race and a full liquor cabinet.
Then a trip to the mall to find clothes. No clothes. Bummer. To Radio Shack where I got to play with 20Q and the RoboRaptor. The to Carnival market for fresh Mexican goodness: tortillas and queso fresco and jamaica, oh my!
Then out with another friend to the PB Bar & Grill for a whiskey sour, some horny girl talk and a few cigs. Home again, home again, jiggity jig.
Good stuff. Now all I need is a stiff cock and I'd be in Happyland.
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Hey, maybe you should take a liking to girls?