Who would like to impregnate me?
I know – what a question to ask. On the way back to work from lunch I saw a little 5 year old boy walking down the sidewalk with his mother (I presume) and he had his new little backpack strapped to his back and his hair was freshly cut and he looked so cute. It made me want one. Oh hush- it will pass. I’m not quite ready to give up my Vodka breakfasts just yet (I hear you have to do that once you begin being ‘responsible,’ is that true?)
I don’t feel like talking about sexual reconnaissance yet, maybe later. Bah.
Raphael from the club Saturday night sent me a text message last night that said happy birthday sweet thing. He must have one hell of a memory because I don’t remember telling him anything about it that night. I sent him back a message this morning and told him I would call him tonight.
The executive in the office next to me just yelled out “How fucking stupid is that?” My boss got on to me when I first got here because I used the word hell. I will be glad when I am working for the ‘How fucking stupid is that’ lady. I have a formal interview with one of her people on Thursday, but she has already assured me that I have the job if I want it.
One of my babies had puked on my couch when I went home for lunch. Sigh. I just can’t have anything nice.... (they both seemed to be ok incidentally.)
E isn’t answering her phone but I left her a message telling her that she has to stop seeing one of her men because I was thinking about Saturday night and I realized that he pulled something out of his car that appeared to be a ‘fanny pack.’ Possession of one of those is grounds for dismissal – no exceptions.
I still am unable to send myself pictures from my phone and I’m pissed about it.
Cuban Boy told me yesterday that watching me putting on my Sephora Super Shimmer lip gloss (in Think Pink) in McDonald’s the other day was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. That’s kind of hot.
There were three girls in my group that I went out with Saturday night. I am by far the most conservative of the lot. Chew on that. Anybody ready to move to Texas yet?
Inspired by the process of cleaning up of dog/cat vomit I decided to gather trash at lunch. While emptying the bathroom trash a USED condom fell out on the floor. This was not a condom I had used which makes this whole event that much more disgusting. I should make my weekend house guests come back over and clean my bathroom floor with a toothbrush.That’s all for now.