Monday, December 17, 2007

Do you think it's a sign that I'm growing up, that I declined an invitation to 'get drunk and go 24 hour Christmas shopping @ Chadstone'?

Yes, yes, I think it is. I mean, maybe eight years ago this would have appealed to me, but now, I'd much rather get drunk and run riot in a dodgy bar.

So not really much of a difference then.

Sweet, so there was no sexytime with any leaving colleagues on Friday; not sure how I really feel about that. Do I care? Don't know. Let's see how often we catch up, or at all. Regardless, it's nearly nine months since ANY sexytime at ALL - is it possible that I will have forgotten all of the necessary moves anyway? What is the longest that you could possibly go? Is there any point, or should I just bury myself in books and not bother to change the sheets on my bed?

OMG What if I forget what a penis looks like?

That is a very demoralising thought

Perhaps I will go drunk 24 shopping after all.

2 comments:

The Mutant said...

At least you're still getting drunk! It doesn't matter if it happens to be at the dick-cheese of consumerism or in a dodgy bar. I think I may have passed through "growing up" and straight into "just plain old" Tucked into bed at a reasonable time, no late nights and severe monitoring of the fat, sugar and fibre content of most food. Oh god that really blows.

As for forgetting what a penis looks like, I'd suggest you buy the rubberised, battery powered version, you'll never forget and they're much more reliable than the real thing anyway!

Mars said...

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you wont forget what a penis looks like. enough said.