I am home and I am a little psyched about not having to fly anywhere this weekend! My next couple engagements have been rescheduled due to unforeseen circumstances. I spent all my down time in NYC catching up on my studies to the point where I am actually a little ahead of where I need to be and that’s totally a plus. Also I have been extremely grateful that my biggest immediate problem was dealing with the drastic climate change (It was 38 and humid in NYC and when I flew home on Tuesday it was 90 and dry!).
All of my free time has been spent at the beach over the last few days. Not that I have actually had a lot of free time, but still I have managed to make it down to the water for some quality time with the boyfriend on a daily basis! The waves haven’t really been anything to write home about, but that’s why God invented skimbaords. I have also been spending a lot of time catching up on some stuff with my other not so glamorous jet-setting job (When I have more time to write it, I have to share a pretty interesting event with you guys concerning this other job). Lastly there was the torrent of emails I received on my last post that I have yet to deal with… I am sorry that I haven’t actually responded to any of them, I am just not really sure how to. I hope all of you understand. Still I was very happy to receive all the emails that I did, and I don’t want you guys to think I am ungrateful or anything like that.
On a completely different subject, Tuesday when I came home a bunch of people came over and through a small welcome home party for me! It was awesome and we got pretty wasted, but halfway through the whole thing, Brad gave me that, “Come Hither”, stare that he does so well, and we ditched the party for some sex (that was a lot of commas in one sentence! Don’t go all grammar police on me!). It’s hard (no pun intended) to try and be quiet when I haven’t had sex in over a week. I am pretty sure that there were a couple of not so muffled screams that could be heard over the loud music and the normal party ruckus my krew is famous for. Oh well. Modesty is for prudes, closet cases, and guys with really small penises.
3 comments:
Even when you are "recharging" you are doing way more than I would do on a normal day! Somebody needs to sit you down and teach you how to do nothing. Trust me, It will change your life!
I was wondering why you were doing number two's on your skimboard, but then i got to the bottom of your story it made sense.
You were making room for sex! Although I'm all for hard core sex, taking a dump in the middle of the ocean really isnt the place dude!
You know what DUP!? You suck! A LOT!!! I am not entirely sure what you are implying, but I don't like your tone of voice.
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