Stoked about being Poked

Things at work should finally calm down next week.  The boss’s retirement gift has finally been put together and ordered so I don’t need to go play Editor anymore… no matter how much I do enjoy doing it (we made her a book of pictures).

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I ran to the condo at lunchtime to let the carpet cleaners in. Now my place is ready to be rented. I was originally planning to show it during the daytime because the walls don’t look so yellow and because the natural lighting is most of its charm, but the carpet is so fucking old that its worn down abuse in certain areas is taking away the beautiful (sarcastic) blue color it’s supposed to be.

Sounds charming, no?

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I’m getting stoked (haven’t used that word in eons) about tomorrow night. I want to get loaded and then, by god, I want to get laid.  There, I said it and I’ll say it again in other terms: I need my man to pound me this weekend – at least once.   :blush:

That being said, I guess I’m feeling better, huh?  No puking today – so far, at least.  My throat still burns, my nose is a bit runny, but nothing that I can’t deal with if it means finally gettin’ some lovin’ eh. 

Toodles.