Update from the land of possible bacterial infection
Leaving for the Midtown in a little under 25 hours. Sort of. Aaron's school is really trying to assrape him--his two options for his final were 8 a.m. Monday (after getting home around 3 or 4), or at 1 tomorrow (delaying his getting to Midtown). So in an effort to alleviate the unwanted penetration of his least favorite orifice, we're meeting him in Birmingham after his test and heading straight to Atlanta from there. A little out of the way, but it's all good.
Still sick. Something tells me I'm most definitely not getting laid this weekend. Methinks Michael's been praying for me to not have a good time, again. Love the guy, but damn, that's not helpful.
This week hasn't been too great, Sunday night notwithstanding. Hi, julz74 .
On a related topic, I found these two incidents to be hilarious:
* Shavonda, in response to a very vague reference to the aforementioned Sunday night incident, told me that she thought it was obvious that "[I] could get [sex] when I wanted it."
*Margaret stopped by Wal-Mart Wednesday and followed me around the toys section for a couple of hours. Amongst discussion of other things, such as why the last two guys she's dated are wrong for her, why the guys from Wiggles are pedophiles, and making out, she told me that not only does she think I'd be a perfect gentleman on a date, but that I'm oversexed.
badong ,rodimus_korn , and julz74 , at the least, are gonna find that fucking hilarious.
Turning 21 in a mere five days. Remember, slapdashlolita , boobie pictures are a great gift for one's birthday.
Showering (for the first time since Tuesday afternoon; when I'm sick, I revert to high school hygiene), getting a haircut and lunch, and a doctor's appt. at 3. Hopefully, I'll have some of this shit knocked out of my system by this weekend, because no force on the fucking planet is making me miss Smithereens. Or Fuel, I guess.