It’s 7AM, and they’re playing dance music at work. Let’s make this clear: dance music is only okay when I’m sandwiched between two women who are simultaneously twisting my nipples and vigorously rubbing my crotch. Coincidentally, this happened on mine and Shawna’s second date.
I love that girl.
Yeah, so I made it to Friday. Bully for me. I have to help tear up linoleum tomorrow, finishing the job that Boris the dog started. After that, I’ll probably write, sleep, or take a shower. Might even do two of those things at once!