...you are the prototype...

I'm looking forward to Tuesday. I really need it. [Tuesday was cancelled and rescheduled for Thursday, I'm now looking forward to Thursday.]

Funky hard Indianapolis water. I need a big ol' tank of Atlanta water, it's so much softer on the hair and skin.

Stupid job having to wake up at 6:15AM. Oh well...it happens.

I am NOT a morning person.

Southern hospitality has left the building.

Setting up an "appointment" for sex is odd. But hey, you gotta do what you do.

"I hope that you're the one...If not, you are the prototype...We'll tip toe to the sun...And do things I know you like...I think I'm in love again...Today must be my lucky day...Baby, you are the prototype...Do something out of the ordinary...Like catch a matinee...Baby you are the prototype...I think I'm in love again...If we happen to part...Lord knows I don't want that...But hey, we can't be mad at God...We met today for a reason...I think I'm on the right track now...I think I'm in love again..."

I have a deep deep fear of having to be a corporate drone. The same thing day in and day out.

Plus...me in a suit??? There's a reason I still don't own one.

Ah yes...the lovely smell of fresh urine in the streets downtown in the morning.

*vomits in mouth a little*

Why is it when your boss says they need to speak with you, you automatically think it's something bad? [It wasn't anything bad.]

And why the eff does the rain stop when you make it to your destination??? I love the rain...but dang walking around wet in my jeans and Chucks is not fun. I prefer dancing in the rain in shorts and preferably barefoot.

Did that man in the car next to us really just stick his tongue out at me??? Harmless flirting I suppose. People are weird.

Then again so am I.

TheNarcissist is acting a little weird or at least deviating from his normal behavior. What the heck is going on with him.

DishBoy and I seem to always get into talk about fighting each other. It's about to go down and he's going to get hurt. I guess that's that flirty banter. Shy my ass. You ain't shy.

I think my feelings for TheStudent are starting to slowly disappear. I still want to see him before he leaves, but have a feeling that it's not going to happen.

EFFIN' SUCKS!!!

I have to quit ignoring my bills, they aren't going to go away on their own.

I think I have commitment issues. Or really bad judgement when it comes to men. Or I'm just really picky. Heck, let's call it a draw and say all three.

Ummm...did you get lost? Fall asleep?

"...Let go and let me live inside you...What your mouth don't say, baby your thighs do...I want us to arrive together...I love it when the weather..is wet and sticky, some depict me...as being conscious, yeah I use my head...It was you that fed my appetite for seduction...Bitin' and cussin', makin' love and uh...Touchin' where no on has ever touched before...The heat got you open like an oven door...Because of your innocence...Even more you'll remember this, hardcore gentleness...Before you wasn't into this...On the ride, your freak became limitless...Holdin' on to the night and me tight...As we write on the walls...a story called 'Go'..."

Wow, he really just sent me a picture of his junk and even flaccid it looks pretty damn nice.

Sometimes I really do want just a little bit of time and some affection. Sex is just a perk.

I'm a mess.

I really need to start a new to do list AND actually do the things on my to do list.

MUST.BE.PRODUCTIVE.

Who the fuck am I anymore??? What the fuck am I doing with my life??? Where am I supposed to be??? What am I supposed to be doing???

It's going to be a looooong day.

I have to stop running...and hiding.

Such a small comment ruined my whole morning. It was just the catalyst to a shit load of other crap going on.

I truly need to be free.

Why is she talking to me??? I don't care about you and your husband. And don't touch me either. Back the fuck off and get out of my space.

I'm not selfish and inconsiderate enough to end my life.

No amount of money is going to solve my REAL problems.

Why can't I bring myself to take a job that will make me unhappy even though things are as bad as they are right now???

"...if you wanna fuck all night let me hear you say...I wanna fuck all night right...(I wanna fuck all night)...Yeah! I wanna fuck all night, let's do it...(I wanna fuck all night) Clean it up...(I wanna crush all night) Ah keep crushin...(I wanna crush all night) Ah keep crushin..."

Dwele, really?

Mood music.

*laughs*

Now didn't I tell you to eat your wheaties???

Do you have any hot sauce?

*rolls on floor laughing*

I did NOT mean to imply that you were a man whore. You know the words that come out of my mouth are not always what they seem.

I'm sorry if I was a little too rough. I'm used to rough housing with the boys. I dig that I got to see your playful side. You're not as serious(?) as I thought you were.

I dig that you get me.

So can we make this a regular appointment?

I think I said too much. It always happens that way. I never know when to stop.

Damn I must've been more tired than I thought I was.

I'm so effin' bored.

I don't quite understand how some women don't enjoy being on the receiving end of oral sex. Teach each their own I guess.

I gotta find something to do.