What is it with gay guys and my boobs? Seriously!
Gay men aren't supposed to like boobies, but the gay guys I know are just fascinated by my chesticles.
The Biotch takes every opportunity to grope or poke them. Its become a ritual of sorts, where he'll rub them for luck. Or he'll try to get me unawares. Except for the fact that its as obvious what he's about to do, as any straight man. I don't get it. He's supposed to like penis, not boobies.
I'm going to a dinner dance on Saturday night. I'm so excited, and a bit nervous. I'm not going to know anybody there, except the guy who invited me.
I'm catching up on my blogging. I want to masty, but I'm not going to until I get my blogging done, and finish taking up the hems of my jeans.
I have a new scent. L by Gwen Sefani. I love it to bits. If you're walking past a perfume store, go in and have a smell. Thats me.
I bought Transformers on DVD yesterday, for less than $20. Its a new release. Kudos to me. And I have season three of Greys too.
How cheap are pizzas? Seriously. You can buy a pizza for $5.95 if you've got a voucher. You can't even make them for that price. I bought a pizza base tonight. $4.10. And thats just for the base!
And I'm playing fetch with the cat.