Monday, November 17, 2003
Back from my weekend with the parents. It was an exceptionally good visit this time around. No tears were shed and although we did talk a lot about Winfield, most of it was positive. I am much relieved that there were no emotional outbursts. I really needed this weekend to clear my head. And that I did.
Now I’ve got my nose back to the grindstone. This Friday is our November Fundraiser for the Theatre Company. I am nervous as to what the attendance will be. Considering that we need a lot of people to come in order to raise money for December’s rent, our fingers, toes, and tits are crossed. The fundraiser is essentially a “Record Release Party” for the guy who did the sound for Stupid Kids. He will be debuting his new album and we are fortunate enough to keep all of the profits for the company. It is really hard to anticipate the level of attendance since most of our patrons will come because of him. I was incredibly stressed about it this weekend, but now I have calmed down. At this point, there is no need to worry. If it’s a flop, it’s a flop. I have too much going on to worry about it anymore. Worst case scenario…I drink a keg by myself and stumble home.
Okay…how bout BEST case scenario, I drink a keg by myself and stumble home.
I just spilled the toner for the copy machine all over myself and the entire supply room floor. As soon as it happened, I started screaming “SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!”. The students ran away in fear. When I looked at my jeans, I saw that they were COVERED in black shit. I just got the jeans I’m wearing, two weeks ago. However, with patience and understanding, I was able to get rid of the black powder from my right pant leg without so much as a spot. (Thank the Lord in heaven above. Cuz I certainly don’t have enough money to go out and buy a new pair of jeans) Now, our housekeeper is scrubbing the supply room floor to rid it of the huge mess I caused. I told her that I would clean it myself, but she just let out an egg fart and refused to let me help.
I haven’t spent any time with Paul over the last week. In fact, I haven’t seen him since LAST Monday when we hung out. Because of this, tonight he is taking me out for the night. We are either staying in a hotel or going to an expensive dinner. He won’t tell me exactly what it is. But I am tre excited. We will not be partaking in any sex type adventures as my dick has some sort of rash on it. I used a very frilly type of lotion last week and my dick exploded in irritation. I am not happy about it, to say the least. In order to allow it time to heal, I have had to completely refrain from masturbating. But then, late last night, I tugged on my dick for 5 solid minutes. My insides were exploding with cum and I just had to release it. When I woke up this morning, my dick had become an innie instead of an outie. I now have an infected vagina. Looks like I won’t be playing with myself until early December.
I am now leaving to get my hair cut. As you know, I HATE getting my hair cut. But I love being pretty, so I must go.
Latas lovahs!
Now I’ve got my nose back to the grindstone. This Friday is our November Fundraiser for the Theatre Company. I am nervous as to what the attendance will be. Considering that we need a lot of people to come in order to raise money for December’s rent, our fingers, toes, and tits are crossed. The fundraiser is essentially a “Record Release Party” for the guy who did the sound for Stupid Kids. He will be debuting his new album and we are fortunate enough to keep all of the profits for the company. It is really hard to anticipate the level of attendance since most of our patrons will come because of him. I was incredibly stressed about it this weekend, but now I have calmed down. At this point, there is no need to worry. If it’s a flop, it’s a flop. I have too much going on to worry about it anymore. Worst case scenario…I drink a keg by myself and stumble home.
Okay…how bout BEST case scenario, I drink a keg by myself and stumble home.
I just spilled the toner for the copy machine all over myself and the entire supply room floor. As soon as it happened, I started screaming “SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!”. The students ran away in fear. When I looked at my jeans, I saw that they were COVERED in black shit. I just got the jeans I’m wearing, two weeks ago. However, with patience and understanding, I was able to get rid of the black powder from my right pant leg without so much as a spot. (Thank the Lord in heaven above. Cuz I certainly don’t have enough money to go out and buy a new pair of jeans) Now, our housekeeper is scrubbing the supply room floor to rid it of the huge mess I caused. I told her that I would clean it myself, but she just let out an egg fart and refused to let me help.
I haven’t spent any time with Paul over the last week. In fact, I haven’t seen him since LAST Monday when we hung out. Because of this, tonight he is taking me out for the night. We are either staying in a hotel or going to an expensive dinner. He won’t tell me exactly what it is. But I am tre excited. We will not be partaking in any sex type adventures as my dick has some sort of rash on it. I used a very frilly type of lotion last week and my dick exploded in irritation. I am not happy about it, to say the least. In order to allow it time to heal, I have had to completely refrain from masturbating. But then, late last night, I tugged on my dick for 5 solid minutes. My insides were exploding with cum and I just had to release it. When I woke up this morning, my dick had become an innie instead of an outie. I now have an infected vagina. Looks like I won’t be playing with myself until early December.
I am now leaving to get my hair cut. As you know, I HATE getting my hair cut. But I love being pretty, so I must go.
Latas lovahs!
