I can't seem to fall asleep yet, although I am tired.
I ended up going to the bar on Saturday night, instead of Friday. I had a lot of fun, drinking and gambling and playing songs on the jukebox. My wife played pool, as i tried to give her tips. One of her friends was there with her husband. We all seemed to get along. I cracked jokes on a woman who had clearly got a boobjob, and wasn't shy about showing off the goods. This made the women laugh.
I stayed up late that night, and had a talk with an old friend via MSN. I stayed up to insure I wouldn't suffer a hangover. This worked, and I slept for a good long time. My Sunday was short, as I woke up at 2pm. I fucking love to sleep in. I had fun talking with a good SG friend, and had a great Mexican dinner. Now it's almost 2:30 am on Monday, and I'm debating whether to listen to Stern, or goto bed. I'm about to knock myself out with PM pills.
I had someone request me as a friend on SG, which isn't the norm, as I often have to request. She's a saint, and it made me feel good, for once. I haven't looked at her hopeful set yet, as I don't want to base my opinion of her, based on her body, as sexy as it might be.
I turn 31 in June, so if you want to wish me a happy birthday, feel free to drive to my town and do it in person. (The law of averages says, that one of you might just make the trip.) As I am in central Nevada, I am close to California, Utah, Arizona, Oregon, and Idaho, so if you live in that wide area, there's no excuses. (I made the area so large, that it only increases the law of averages, as most of my friends live on the west coast.) Or maybe if you're on your way to Vegas, you could stop by and say hello. (I gave you another reason to drop by, thus increasing the odds, even more.) No pressure.
If you're on MSN, add me BryanMillerLive@msn.com
Enjoy your Monday.
I ended up going to the bar on Saturday night, instead of Friday. I had a lot of fun, drinking and gambling and playing songs on the jukebox. My wife played pool, as i tried to give her tips. One of her friends was there with her husband. We all seemed to get along. I cracked jokes on a woman who had clearly got a boobjob, and wasn't shy about showing off the goods. This made the women laugh.
I stayed up late that night, and had a talk with an old friend via MSN. I stayed up to insure I wouldn't suffer a hangover. This worked, and I slept for a good long time. My Sunday was short, as I woke up at 2pm. I fucking love to sleep in. I had fun talking with a good SG friend, and had a great Mexican dinner. Now it's almost 2:30 am on Monday, and I'm debating whether to listen to Stern, or goto bed. I'm about to knock myself out with PM pills.
I had someone request me as a friend on SG, which isn't the norm, as I often have to request. She's a saint, and it made me feel good, for once. I haven't looked at her hopeful set yet, as I don't want to base my opinion of her, based on her body, as sexy as it might be.
I turn 31 in June, so if you want to wish me a happy birthday, feel free to drive to my town and do it in person. (The law of averages says, that one of you might just make the trip.) As I am in central Nevada, I am close to California, Utah, Arizona, Oregon, and Idaho, so if you live in that wide area, there's no excuses. (I made the area so large, that it only increases the law of averages, as most of my friends live on the west coast.) Or maybe if you're on your way to Vegas, you could stop by and say hello. (I gave you another reason to drop by, thus increasing the odds, even more.) No pressure.
If you're on MSN, add me BryanMillerLive@msn.com
Enjoy your Monday.
jamila:
Making fun of boob jobs can be fun. Especially if they're "angry tits." 