a countdown to hornytown
It’s 2:30 and i’m still in sweats. I have dinner plans at 5:30. I need to put on clothes and straighten the apt. Yet I feel the sweet sweet apathy of not having a job settling in. So tomorrow I’m setting an alarm and officially getting on it. Like I said I would. Though I said that before deciding to go pro with the boozing again. Last night was a special occasion with special ladies though so I’m not going to hold that against me. Never have little tiny paninis tasted so heavenly. The experience made so much better by quite a bit of wine and the announcement of a recently turned 30 friend that she “swears to God that since she turned 30 she has become horny all the time”. I told that to Häas and I think he is probably setting up one of those websites like people set up for underage girls turning legal except his will be more “3 months, 9 days, and 1 hour and approx. 24 minutes until my girlfriend will jump my bones on a regular basis.”
For some reason my mind has just wandered to the point when Paris Hilton first made a blip on my radar. No real explaination of that. And no interesting antictdote about it. Why would my brain choose to think about Paris Hilton…I mean it’s not 2006 anymore there is no reason to think about her.
