last night's early bedtime and late cuddling was the perfect ending to a miserable day of faux-giving recovery. even though i had to wake up hella early.

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i'm toying with the idea of becoming a sex mediator. one who mediates a couple as they discuss their sexual frustrations.

is that a real job? no joke.

cx comes to texas tomorrow and we go to san antonio for the weekend! holy excited batman!



mengtar was perxactly schwasted.

i was about to make a funny joke but my attic critter is squeaking and is plural.

also, mengtar + antibiotics = pooplor.