Puppy is leaving for 10 days in Nepal in 12 days. In those days I have:
2 dinner dates planned
2 actual dates planned with the two women who still have all the priveleges they want to have (some people apparently are going to be grandfathered in)
A party that is going to kill most of a weekend.
A visit to see my mother.
A groino appt to redo my pap (the lab lost it somehow?)
A presentation on this huge Victorian poetry collection thing.
A unit plan to polish up (I am basically turning in the same one I have turned in twice this semester. No one in the ed department cares.)
An interview and write up to do.
A 12-15 page paper to write.
And I need to decide if I am going down to another party in SC.
Dude. I haven’t been busy in a while. This all exploded right now.
Ahhhh I love pressure. I perform better.
2 actual dates planned with the two women who still have all the priveleges they want
awwwwww. (Wish I knew it was possible ;p)
What’s yer icon? ‘scute.
That’s my “friends snuggle” icon. Used when I am thinking schmoopy thoughts about the awesome friends in my life.
And those girls get priveleges with me because their priveleges extend back to my previous monogamous relationship when exceptions were made for them. So uhm… yeah.
Awwwwww…..
Well, I know I have about the worst memory in the entire world, but I *thought* I remembered a certain bootslut propositioning me once upon a time….
(Hey! It’s OKAY. I’m t-e-a-s-i-n-g you, get it?)