Can the enema wait until I’m done conditioning my hair?
Shit that gets said when I stay with Sir.
priorities
I have to finish grading some of my students’ papers.
But instead I’m going to a munch first and having a stiff drink.
Because priorities.
Some days you have like 10,000 things to get done but instead you help your friend move after work and then dance in her empty apartment with her and her boyfriend to “Partition.”
And those days, you’ve made the right decision.
I’m sitting on my couch watching Family Feud with my grandmother and the question is, “things you’d bring with you if you’re going to elope” and my grandmother, without missing a beat, blurts out, “my diaphragm.”
You go, grams.
Is it weird that I find the way that guy is touching her arm and holding her hand to be hotter than the fact that there’s a guy licking her pussy?
Sir says I should stop rubbing and just get to bed already.
But I think that’s silly.
And that I have better priorities.
Five dayyyys.
I love how hastily done that gag is in comparison with how nicely done her nails are. Clearly, this girl has priorities.
Me: I miss Chinese food so much.
Sir: Aww, baby, I miss you, too.
Me: I said I missed Chinese food, but I guess I miss you, too.
Just got through with a major deadline (early!!!) and I feel so relieved.
But, alas, another is coming up Friday.
Time to keep shoving on.