Monday night, I drove Anj up to Risque Video and helped her shop for porn. I'dve bought some myself, but any porn money I had lying around was spent on books on vacation.Eh, I didn't see anything I liked at a decent price, anyway. I thought it was funny trying to pick her out something she'd like. She ended up with one gay, one bi, one straight porn. When we were done that, her and a few other friends came over and we drank beer and played scattergories. This is one of my favorite activities for when my parents are away. After I started getting drunk, I cooked for everyone and started the slow spiral into the sad drunk place. When it came time to leave, Anj left me the straight porn she bought, which I was happy about. Then, however, I proceded to get all sad and whined to Britty for a little while, til she told me what I've needed to hear for months now. What none of my friends would say. That was good. That said, I checked out the porn to satisfaction then passed out on the couch. Spent the next day tired.
When I got home from work, I took a nap on the couch and had this raunchy dream about this girl that looked like she walked out of the 50's, wet-looking hair, severe makeup and yellow floral print dress, rubbing her fully clothed crotch on mine til it felt like that might be enough to do the job, then pulling up her skirt and climbing on top of me. Dreams like this are few and far between for me, but always appreciated.
This morning, somebody called my house at 5:30 AM. I was, once again, asleep on the couch and confused. I have my cell, so I never get calls on the house phone, and everybody knows my parents are gone... Who the fuck could be calling? So I pick up, still half asleep and say hello. The caller says, "Hey, katie, did you want a doughnut or a danish?" Rather than be annoyed, I was amused. I just said, sorry, bro, you got the wrong number. I wish, I WISH I'd been quick enough to say raspberry danish. I want my life to be a string of moments like that. Unique experiences where I react against the grain, taking every ounce of enjoyment out of a situation where it's not obvious.
When I got home from work, I took a nap on the couch and had this raunchy dream about this girl that looked like she walked out of the 50's, wet-looking hair, severe makeup and yellow floral print dress, rubbing her fully clothed crotch on mine til it felt like that might be enough to do the job, then pulling up her skirt and climbing on top of me. Dreams like this are few and far between for me, but always appreciated.
This morning, somebody called my house at 5:30 AM. I was, once again, asleep on the couch and confused. I have my cell, so I never get calls on the house phone, and everybody knows my parents are gone... Who the fuck could be calling? So I pick up, still half asleep and say hello. The caller says, "Hey, katie, did you want a doughnut or a danish?" Rather than be annoyed, I was amused. I just said, sorry, bro, you got the wrong number. I wish, I WISH I'd been quick enough to say raspberry danish. I want my life to be a string of moments like that. Unique experiences where I react against the grain, taking every ounce of enjoyment out of a situation where it's not obvious.
Yay for porn! I need a good porno myself... but I usually find them to be too cheesy and gross. I dunno.
xoxo, CC