CUM IN HAIR
I'm getting ready to log into iFriends but just realized certain strands of my hair are cum-encrusted. And you KNOW I only wash my hair once a week. I might make a special exception on the weekly hairwashing and double up while KCat is here though (they're arriving on June 1st, in case you're wondering my voracious voyeur friends). Anyway, last night I accidentally drug my hair through the spooge splatters on houseboy's belly after we "did it".

So yes, in case you're wondering . . . my fears that he would die in a firey crash caused by some drunken imbecile on Memorial Day were laid to rest. He came home safe and sound but reported seeing at least one ditched car along the way.

It was finally warm enough this morning to take my breakfast outside. I drank my vanilla-almond tea, enjoying the chirping of the birds and the sound of bird poop spattering on groundcover up until our neighbor decided to start up some kind of home renovation tool that interrupted the sounds of nature with a noise akin to a hyperactive six year old riding his bigwheels down a cobblestone hill. They have been driving me out of my mind lately -- they keep on burning things, sending choking plumes of smoke billowing into WebWhore Headquarters (I believe I've mentioned that our landlords have gone to great lengths to make this home completely energy INefficient so there are lots of cracks around the windows, etc.). I swear to god, sometimes it smells like they're burning maxxed-out plastic baby diapers. Other times it's like they threw used kitty litter onto the fire . . . along with the cat. Then perhaps they realize how nasty it smells and try to counteract it with a whole package of sickly sweet incense. Then it goes back to smelling more like dog shit and styrofoam.

By the way, you KNOW you're not supposed to burn styrofoam and all that plastic stuff, right??


posted by Trixie at 5/27/2003 10:31:00 AM -