So I am leaving my boring job. I got my fashion job, bitches. Finally, I will be in my element. No more sitting on my ass typing documents. I will be moving my ass around making shit happen. This weekend has been really fun. Did some shopping. Washed my car. Had some sex. Now, I am at work doing the countdown.
I masturbated to a porn last night. I applaud porn actresses. Anyone who fucks me that long, I think I would have to slap the shit outta of them. My favorite actress is Pinky. She is a curvy woman with pink hair and amazing booty-clapping skills. So talented. And best of all, she learned her skills from the great state of Texas.
I saw my married friend yesterday. I haven’t seen him since before Hurricane Ike. He got my car washed, bought me cigars and smelled my hair. He is so nice, but I am so glad he isn’t mine. That’s the beauty of dating married men. You can put up with good and drop them when the shit hits the fan. In our 18 months of fucking, we only had one argument. How many of yall can say that?
With a married man, there is no need to argue. For what? Shit, married men are happy that you decided to show up. Also, I think they understand their net worth. The smart ones know that you can drop them like a bad habit, so that’s why the are always on their best behavior. Which is wonderful for me. I am currently hiring for a new married man, so if you know a man who is, holler at me. I want one who can fuck though. Geesh.
1 Comment
October 14, 2008 at 7:12 pm
Congrats on the job!!!