Just your average sweaty, worn out, dirty, sex obsessed girl ...
I’m sweaty. And dirty. And soon I’ll be naked… for showering.
I woke up at 9:30, went to the gym at 10:30, didn’t leave until noon (as I RULE) and then once I got home I spent the next 3 hours in the back yard planting a garden.
I’m ridiculously stoked, actually. I’m developing into such the food snob that I can barely stand store bought produce - have you ever had a tomato from a store that tasted like anything other than sawdust and immigrant labour? I haven’t. I’m seriously going to end up like Jamie fuckin’ Oliver, growing all of my salad greens out of miscellaneous objects (in case you’ve never watched the foodnetwork - which should qualify as a mortal sin you fuck - he loves to grow things out of boots, troughs, buckets etc etc). T’will be BOSS. How boss? Mega boss. God, the things I would do to that man … with my mouth.
Anyways, moral of the story is that you can’t wait to eat my peas. That, and the thrill I’m having at actually being tired, naturally. Maybe I don’t really need sex to sleep at night…..maybe. Whatever, I’m going take tonight as a true test. If all the hard work and physical activity really wore me out enough to send me off to dreamland at a decent time, then I’ll stop fantasizing about arranging a down and dirty rendezvous’ with all of you. Well, some of you. If not ... well … a girl’s gotta sleep sometime …
This Friday is going to be my first full-time paycheque in almost a year. I’ve decided to be responsible, though, and spend most of it (well, whatever I don’t squirrel away into savings) on CD’s and hookah supplies. Melon flavoured coolness and Jurassic 5 albums here I come…. And I just might have to start collecting all of the season’s of Dawson’s Creek on DVD, because lord knows I’ll need some additional teenage angst to hang out on the shelf next to the full series of “My So-Called Life” that I’m TOTALLY going to acquire. God I’m so cool I could touch myself … more.
Also, I only work until 10pm this Friday, which is awesome. I’m hoping I can hook up some shenanigans, since working nights so often is making me feel like a hermit. So I think I’ll make a date with a bottle of Southern Comfort, possibly sexy folk too (call me, it could be you *wink*), we’ll see how it plays out.
Since this has been mostly a gardening related post, I thought I should share this little gem with you. If I were still such a dirty hippy I could totally see myself doing this. Please enjoy “Gardening on Salvia”.
*gasp* "What a beautiful plant! Were you made of poop? ......uh oh ...."
Hilarious.
I woke up at 9:30, went to the gym at 10:30, didn’t leave until noon (as I RULE) and then once I got home I spent the next 3 hours in the back yard planting a garden.
I’m ridiculously stoked, actually. I’m developing into such the food snob that I can barely stand store bought produce - have you ever had a tomato from a store that tasted like anything other than sawdust and immigrant labour? I haven’t. I’m seriously going to end up like Jamie fuckin’ Oliver, growing all of my salad greens out of miscellaneous objects (in case you’ve never watched the foodnetwork - which should qualify as a mortal sin you fuck - he loves to grow things out of boots, troughs, buckets etc etc). T’will be BOSS. How boss? Mega boss. God, the things I would do to that man … with my mouth.
Anyways, moral of the story is that you can’t wait to eat my peas. That, and the thrill I’m having at actually being tired, naturally. Maybe I don’t really need sex to sleep at night…..maybe. Whatever, I’m going take tonight as a true test. If all the hard work and physical activity really wore me out enough to send me off to dreamland at a decent time, then I’ll stop fantasizing about arranging a down and dirty rendezvous’ with all of you. Well, some of you. If not ... well … a girl’s gotta sleep sometime …
This Friday is going to be my first full-time paycheque in almost a year. I’ve decided to be responsible, though, and spend most of it (well, whatever I don’t squirrel away into savings) on CD’s and hookah supplies. Melon flavoured coolness and Jurassic 5 albums here I come…. And I just might have to start collecting all of the season’s of Dawson’s Creek on DVD, because lord knows I’ll need some additional teenage angst to hang out on the shelf next to the full series of “My So-Called Life” that I’m TOTALLY going to acquire. God I’m so cool I could touch myself … more.
Also, I only work until 10pm this Friday, which is awesome. I’m hoping I can hook up some shenanigans, since working nights so often is making me feel like a hermit. So I think I’ll make a date with a bottle of Southern Comfort, possibly sexy folk too (call me, it could be you *wink*), we’ll see how it plays out.
Since this has been mostly a gardening related post, I thought I should share this little gem with you. If I were still such a dirty hippy I could totally see myself doing this. Please enjoy “Gardening on Salvia”.
Click to view*gasp* "What a beautiful plant! Were you made of poop? ......uh oh ...."
Hilarious.