according to Jay, when i tan too dark and wear my hair curly, i look like a mexican.
but he's stupid so i don't really pay that much attention to him.
sometimes, when he talks, i don't think he should be allowed to procreate.

for instance, last night, we were in bed cuddling. he got up to go to the bathroom. just as he was about to walk out, he stops in the doorway and makes this confuzzled-looking face, looks down then looks at me, and goes "i just took a piss....but i didn't shake it off well enough. i hate when that happens."

this motherfucker is almost 22 years old and still can't pee the right way. that's what my future holds, y'all!!! now, i'm gonna have to be the one to potty train all of our kids because this asshole couldn't stand an extra 5 seconds to shake some piss droplets off his dick.

ugh.

i had every intention of writing about my weekend, but i don't have the desire to do so. it was pretty uneventful since we pretty much stayed home and fucked the whole time, except for the few hours we hung out at the pool with some friends and went to play laser tag. i love laser tag.

oh, i thought i didn't like male strip clubs cause i didn't like strange men in thongs shaking their junk in my face. turns out i don't like ANY man in a thong shaking their junk in my face. and i'm a fiend for Jay's dick. i like it. i like it a lot. but i should've just left well enough alone. it was pretty funny listening to him while he attempted to put on the thong though.

i missed my spinning class this morning. my giney was sore and those bikes aren't cushioned very well. they can kiss my ass.

i was supposed to go orientation for that job, but decided not to. i was gonna go just for the hell of it, but i just kept driving and went to have lunch with Jay.

i think a part-time job is the cure for my current state of boredom and annoyance with Jay working, but retail isn't where it's at. i have a fucking degree in cognitive studies, "what size do you want that in?" ain't gon' cut it. [i really hate that it's called "cognitive studies" when it's just psychology.]
i think i'm gonna look for some clerical-type work for a psychologist or psychiatrist. i want something in the clinical setting. that way when/if i apply to grad school and they ask what the hell i've been doing since i graduated, i can actually sound like i've been productive. work experience in the field is always beneficial.

i'm not doing so hot on the GRE shit. i've taken 3 CAT practice tests and i'm barely pulling a 1000. initially, i thought the quant section would fuck me up since it's been so long since i've taken any math course and i just plain suck at math anyway, but the verbal section is really kicking my ass. it hurts my heart a little. that test makes me feel dumb. i don't like that.

i do have a stash of reese's in my desk though.
that chocolate and creamy peanut butter goodness makes me giggle like a little girl.

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