Stink.
I’m serious. Have you ever rolled down 485 with your windows open? It freaking stinks.
And that was my first actual thought AFTER caffeine.
You guys don’t know I had fifty shades of kinky fuckery dreams last night and woke up in a surprisingly good mood despite falling out of my bed when my alarm rang because I couldn’t disentangle myself from my sheets.
Then I made the mistake of eating a croissant from Starbucks and that forker is fighting back hard this morning. Don’t think I’ll get around to eating then second one if the first one fights this hard. I seriously should schedule another appointment with the doc and mayb this time I won’t be in crying pain so he’ll focus on that issue. Last appointment he pressed on the already hurting tummy and it sent me into tears and fetal positions so he fixed that issue and I so don’t totally blame him.
But back to the issue at hand. The highway seriously stinks and maybe it’s because it’s hot and all that dirt and sugaw creek is heating up but damn.
Hah, you thought I was gonna run with the kinky fuckery dreams didn’t you? Yeah, no. The things that I saw in my dreams last night will not make working today easy. Like at all.
Although I must say they’re getting more vivid. Right before Nelly screamed "So hot in here!" This morning at seven twenty, I could have sworn on a stack of bibles that the were lips on my nipples and a hand between my legs.
Damn... I need to end this. Where is my government issued XXXXXX because goddamn I’m about at my limit.
Question to any readers... what’s your stance on hickeys? I like them. Only ever had one but I liked it. It was a visual reminder of what I’d done the night before...
Mmmmm visions
Dammit!
Well... today is gonna be fun...
