laziness

Ok, so it's almost 3 o'clock, and I still can't find the motivation to go get cleaned up for the day. I'd rather sit here in my undies and stare blankly at the pretty lighted box in front of me. I'm hungry, too, but that takes even more motivation. This is my time off. I have three days with no scheduled obligations.

But I really should go take a bath and have breakfast. I know! I'll take the bong with me. That should keep me company.

'Sup slut?

My ex from last summer, Dave, just called. I sometimes refer to him in stories as my punk rock sex toy. He said that he was looking for a new summer mistress, asking if I had any recommendations. He knows that I am happily involved, but wanted to know if I could give him any leads.

I called him a slut, and he half agreed. He says that it's better to find a girl he can have a good time with over the summer who knows the situation is casual, than to sleep around or -- even worse, delude a girl into thinking it's serious. I had to agree. It might not be wholesome, but at least it's honest.