...I can be your long lost pal...

I hope that I can go to Chicago next weekend. It's not really in the budget. I think I need to make a phone call. [Pending schedule change at work I get to go. Yay!!! Money in the bank, shawty...]

Of course TheStudent would all of a sudden pop up and send me a text message just as soon as I'm trying to put his disappearance behind me. Why?

"...Some people want it all...But I don't want nothing at all...If it ain't you baby...If I ain't got you baby...Some people want diamond rings...Some just want everything...But everything means nothing...If I ain't got you..."

Ugh, I wish my nipples would quit being sensitive. This is so abnormal.

Surprisingly I did NOT think about TheStudent all day. He did creep into my thoughts a little bit during the morning though.

This whole sex thing...yeah...I still want it.

You got to be the pilot over the pussy...You've got to be the pussy police. ~Alexyss V. Tyler

"Depression is a funny thing. We know that it makes us sad, but sometimes we don't realize how when we get blue it feels like we're walking through pea soup. It makes us make decisions, or forget to do things that we normally would never choose or forget." ~ a blog I subscribe to and can't remember the name of

It's true. I know I'm not the same responsible person I used to be. And while I may not have been diagnosed with depression, I know that's what I'm suffering from. I know I need to get help. I'm scared.

Somehow we ended up at First Fridays (AA said ladies free at Therapy before midnight and well I just needed to get out). Surprisingly, dressed in...well I think I looked like a bum, they let us through the door. Yeah...it wasn't free so we hightailed it out of there. Twenty dollars to stare at folks that ain't as cool as we. *laughs* It's hard enough for me to give up three to see my guys at D'Vine. From what I saw there actually were some attractive looking men there. Where the heck do they hang out at on a regular basis?

Vito's was quite interesting. The doorman was nice. Said he didn't think I was almost 28 when he checked my ID. He put me at about 23. I told him I got them good genes.

Heck no one believes my dad is over 50 and has a 33 year old son. It runs in the family.

"If you'll be my bodyguard...I can be your long lost pal...I can call you Betty...And you can call me...You can call me Al, call me Al..."

When men measure the size of their dicks where the fuck do they start measuring from? I've seen some pics and read the measurements and thought WTF? Or maybe we're using the metric system now. Yeah, that's it they're using the metric system.

I quite enjoy girl dates with AW. Lunch/dinner and gabbing about men and work. We both needed it today.

So I posted a fakish ad on CraigsList's Casual Encounters just to see what the pool of men was like. Pretty darn entertaining and I have a nice supply of lewd photos now. I did get one good looking response. And a lot of responses from people who obviously don't know how to read or must've thought I was speaking in opposites.

Cuddling would be great right now.

"Words can lie, but our bodies will always tell the truth." ~Mystery from The Pickup Artist

Seriously...what's with you wanting to take photos WITH me? Especially x-rated photos.

Accountability to self is less effective than accountability to someone else. Then again I still slack on responsibilities to others. I really need to work on that.

Cramps are a bitch. I'm sooooo glad I didn't really deal with them when I was younger. But what the fuck, how come now all of a sudden I'm getting them. Stupid woman body and your changes. Ugh.

I would really like to go on a date. And right now the perfect date would be me and him, simple dinner at his place and then sitting on the couch watching VH1 Soul and talking. Maybe some kissing, but really that'd just be an extra perk.

Shoot Em Up = strange movie. And we kept laughing at the most inappropriate times. No one else was laughing, but we sure were.

MetroGnome and BlackBerry Jam and I'm going to miss it. I swear one of these days before I leave I will get to see BBJ.

Please say yes.

TallMcHell mumbles on the phone. I hate having to keep saying what.

I'm not asking you to do anything with me anymore. When you're not busy and you want to hang out, you call me. Maybe I won't be busy too.

Mmmmm...I want a chicken caesar salad, with big flakes of asiago cheese.