1. A disease, a disorder, or an ailment.
2. An unwholesome condition: the malady of discontent.
Prospective Boy Toy?
Yeah yeah yeah.... Happy freakin' Mother's Day.
Watching the finale of Survivor.
Whoo fucking hoo...
Sorry... Had a fight with dear ole Daddy tonight that resulted in us literally screaming at each other in the front yard. Over something stupid. Over something as pointless as me interrupting dad while he was trying to speak. It started in the living room... and just kind of ended up in the front yard with my father on the front porch and me standing next to my car slinging my keys around in the air. Nice night, huh?
A N Y W A Y . . . . . .
Dennis. Yeah.......
So Dennis has been hitting on me since I met him waaay back in October or so. He works at Colton's with me. And, yeah... I kinda had a crush on him. But then... I was head over heels for Jules. But now... Yes, now. I'm a single, single girl. Very single. Very very very.... So goddamn single.
Yeah.
He's nice. He's cute. He works two jobs, AND he's in school. You go, bitch! Mommy and Daddy met him today. Seems he made a good first impression. *smiley* Especially with Mom. *double smiley*
We're going out some time this weekend. To do gawd knows what. Probably dinner. Little drinking. Maybe bowling. Maybe a titty bar. Who knows? I'm pretty much game for anything. Well.... Almost anything. I'm not a whore, people. Sure... I may not have had any sex in the past MONTH... Or, jeez, any sexual contact AT ALL in over three weeks.... But he ain't hittin' this shit for a while.
Laura said, "Girl. Make him beg for it if that's all he wants." Heh.
Should be an entertaining weekend to read about for all of you. Stay tuned...