busy at work. it’s month end and everyone loves me when they want me to do shit for them. although, a printing solution has snagged me lunch with recently-divorced cute chris at some point in the near future. i need to do favours for him more often.
what i really want to do is go into the blissfully cool & air-conditioned fitness room and work out. how fucked up is that? it nearly killed me to get my elliptical in yesterday, but today i wanted to stay in there and sweat for another thirty minutes. i’m a freak!
i really need to phone karen tonight. i wish i knew what’s wrong with me that i can’t just get that done. going to see if she’ll let me take her to see spider-man on friday. not that i can afford it, but i can more than her.
bleh. my left dug feels like a zit that needs to be popped. i rolled over hard this morning and the pain woke me up. stupid boobs.
i’m very thankful for two things: that boys do not have breasts, and that girls do have breasts.
But what about those scary guys who for some reason like to wear tight t-shirts that DO have breasts?
BTW, it took me the longest time to figure out what the hell a “dug” is! I just don’t know enough boobie slang!
i wasn’t sure what a “dug” was either at first. and for the boys of whom you speak, there’s always the manziere.
i guess i forget that not many people do know what a dug is. my friends and i started using it in highschool specifically because it was stealthy.