terrakotta

Hi all...
I'll write under the guise that someone will read this...

I'm out of work for the summer and have turned into a professional sloth. I always wondered why my friends who don't have jobs have such messy apartments, and now I understand.

A few months ago I chopped all my hair off to a funky pixie and now it's at the in-between stage where I could pass for a psychopath on the make for a new victim. Jenny (my best friend and World's Greatest Lesbian) says I should go with it and "dyke it up a notch" (her newest catch-phrase).

I received a small bonus at work and of course took my loot to Bookends, the small but fabulous adult novelty store over the border, last night. I thought I saw my "eye candy" from work there with a very young, very pregnant blonde... I was mistaken (for good or bad luck). I'm trying to find a new toy that doesn't sound like a f*cken jackhammer since my neighbor downstairs is finally back from vacation

It's been six months since I've had any real contact with anyone else's flesh <<BOO HOO, POOR ME>> but since Jenny is going on 3 years, I guess I should be thankful!

I saw The Machinist last week and it was incredible, and not just because Christian Bale was in it. Chuck Palaniuk's newest is supposed to be out this summer, but I'm not sure when.

Well, that's all for my mundane, pathetic life... I'm going bar-hopping by myself on Saturday, which is both scary and kind of exciting. Wish me luck!