I friggin hate disappointment. It just shows what kinda of ridiculous expectation I tend to put on things. I really gotsta stop doing that shit. But poor woodwork is missing out on Chicago AGAIN and I'm missing out on my first strip club. Boo fuckin' hoo...
Its really kinda sad, I'd figured out what horrible things happen when we plans to meet. A few weeks ago he had the flu er something. The time before that his car got towed. This time his car ran a patch of ice and slid into a light pole. The time before the last time I bashed my head after this guy tried to kiss me. Dude, its gotta be a sign...
oh so speaking of strip clubs... belcanto and I had another interesting conversation about being an "escort." She'd pointed out that on craigslist (which I guess I still need to check out) that there was an ad about some guy very simply wanting to watch a girl put stockings on. ok, i'm hoping stockings, you know the ones with a garterbelt? 'Cause we were thunking that watching a girl putting on pantyhose...not the most graceful, sexy thing to see. Would I be an escort? If I were, I'd have a blog much like this.
oh, dear woodwork, mebbe you should call me after you read this..and you too ROCCO, you punk!
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