I have been slightly too busy for my liking. Well, too busy with too little payoff for my liking. Frankly, I’ll stay busy for an entire month, including weekends, if I’m getting something out of it. Just about any payoff would do, with money, prizes, or booty preferred. Good times are acceptable substitutes, but come on. I shouldn’t have to work to have a good time. Friday was a lot of run-around and stupid errands. Friday night I stayed up super late ’cause I wanted to play a couple video games. Saturday started late, as I was up all night, and turned into mostly cleaning and errands. A couple of friends had a big ol’ party on Saturday night (which was an odd choice, given that Easter was the next day). That was a lot of fun, but it was a total sausage festival. I made it home around 2 AM and stayed up again for video games. Sunday morning was back to cleaning. Sunday afternoon, I went to my Mom’s place for Easter. That was pretty alright. The real highlights were cracking wise with my brother and watching my niece do the egg hunt thing.
Easter is a shitty holiday. It’s not gratingly shitty, it’s just mediocre and lame. It’s good for kids, but really, what holiday isn’t? They color egg shells, they hunt for plastic eggs with little prizes, they get chocolate and candy, blah blah blah. For adults, it’s a lot of work and not a lot of return. I didn’t even get a day off. I really just lost a potential rest day off of my week. It’s not even a food holiday. That’s why Christmas is such a big deal – it’s everything in one. There’s a lot of work, but you get a lot of returns. It has a billion different possible menus, all of which are awesome. You get presents, you give presents, there are good movies, parades, and so on. What’s Easter got? Ham. Ham is fine, but it doesn’t hold a candle to prime rib or full turkey spread.
Let’s move along. Buttsex. I’m trying to have some. A little while back, I talked about the problem I’m having with scheduling booty and how I really need to work at getting a certain booty. I’ve been juggling about six ladies (I should get a real count), and that’s not as good of a problem to have as one might think. Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m complaining about something awesome, but it’s not really the booty that I’m complaining about. It’s the juggling. It’s the scheduling. It’s the timing. I went over this already, but here’s the thing – the chick who wanted me to “wreck” her? Yeah, I think she’s out. I think I lost that one because I took too long. I worked pretty hard at setting this up and now – no payoff. That really blows.
tl;dr – I don’t think I’m going to get to “wreck” that cute chick and I need to get some more time.
Yeah, I really wanted to plow her.