i hate mondays. i had the best weekend; i didn't have to do anything but stay in bed and be crazy in love. then, monday had to show up and ruin everything.

there's so much cleaning and errand-running i need to do. i was supposed to help A with packing up her place too. i can't do any of it. my giney is in recovery mode, and, if it involves me moving around more than 30 seconds, i'm not doing it. well, except vacuuming and putting fresh linen on the bed. i had to do that; baby jesus weeps when i don't.

there's really not much else going on. my night out friday wasn't great but it wasn't a complete bust either. i got deliciously drunk. i love getting drunk.; it's fun. and no hangover the morning after? bonus!

i was politely escorted out of the first club we went to. that wasn't really my fault though. i was guilty by association. and i kinda smacked somebody with my shoe. i couldn't just let that bitch be all up in my girl's face without doing anything. i mean, i told her i was gonna do it but she didn't believe me. so technically, her getting smacked in the face with my shoe was her fault; she should've backed the fuck off when i told her to.

now that i think about it, that's pretty fucking funny. bitch got hit in the face with a shoe. you can't walk away from an altercation like that as the winner. you got hit with a shoe. in the face. hard. pure comedy.

i was literally thrown out of the second bar for punching some other bitch in the face. and then kicking her. and then spitting wine on her. i never liked that whore anyway. she shouldn't have insinuated she could take my man from me. but what really pushed me over the edge was that crooked-eyed wench pulled my hair! everybody knows i'm sensitive about my hair. i have boundaries and that bitch over-stepped them. she's lucky i'm not a dude or i'd have pissed in her face. and that motherfucker who threw me out is lucky i was incoherently drunk by the time i met up with Jay, otherwise i would've told Jay to go kick his ass.

by the time we got home, i'd sobered up quite a bit, i was horny and ready to fuck. and that's pretty much all we did this weekend. this is the last year we're doing "summer sexfest". i don't enjoy feeling like a porn star after a 50-man gang bang when it's over.

i'm gonna take a nap.


p.s. ladies, please stop this whole wearing of the big, bulky belts outside your shirts ESPECIALLY under your boobs thing. it's not cute. it works with some dresses, but not at all with shirts. it just looks retarded. spread the word.

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