rockettqween

As of late, I've noticed it takes me longer to read other folks live journals than it does to update mine. I feel so deviant reading all the tawdry tales of this and that and who has the clap and who likes cheese and who went to what show and who's heartbroken now and who's doing absolutely nothing right now except zoning out and dumping out their head. It's good to feel naughty. I just don't feel dirty enough these days. I guess I'll just have to roll around in the back yard and watch simulated sex on cable.

I'm sitting inside on the 4th of July listening to fireworks being spewed by the neighborhood. I caught some email a few minutes ago about a barbecue I could have gone to. Oh well. That's what I get for taking a break from checking my email.

My workout partner brought me an otter pop while I was eating dinner and I set it down and forgot about it for a while. I tried to eat it because it still seemed solid. Otter pops leak when they melt.

Moral of the story: Beware anything having to do with an otter.