i told a girl i work with about my site the other day. i don’t normally tell people about my site at work because, well, anyway. i kinda remembered what my past 3-4 posts consisted of and thought “maybe that was a mistake”.
it’s one thing to talk to people at work but when you let them into the crackhore world, that’s a whole other deal.
in other news, my elbow really hurts. i woke up this morning and one of my end tables had a puddle of beer on it. i really want to know why my elbow hurt. i didn’t even have any jager last night. i remember going to the dungeon but i don’t remember leaving. yet i remember the way the bartender’s ass looked in her pants. i almost feel bad sometimes going in there by myself, getting a pitcher of beer and just staring at her. i mean i’m sure she’s used to creepy guys but still.
since it’s my friday off i now feel obligated to start drinking.