Because I look through windows

i like sex! that’s pretty obvious right? and…i know that women dig sex! like…sex sex. no making-love, which a MINORITY of women like…i mean like jackhammering, sweat flying, “who’s your daddy and what does he do!?!” SEX.

my coworker’s been trying to set me up with her best friend. she thinks i need a nice girl in my life. that’d be a nice change. and her best friend is soooo cute. and she works out…a lot. i don’t work out a lot, i’m kinda lanky…i play sports, i try to go to the gym at school or play some ball whenever i have time. but i never considered that working out. but anyway, she thought that could be something we had in common. and her friend is part asian. which just sets up a great ‘hey, do you have some asian in you? would you like more?’ scenario. she won’t give me her number though, she says i’ll screw it all up so she’s gonna set it up. she’s probably right. come to think of it…i don’t even know if i remember how to flirt anymore. with strangers, i mean. i flirt with women i’m familiar with all the time, and on occasion, i’ll feel like chatting up a girl and it’s usually hit and miss. but how do yo go from ‘hi.’ to…the no pants dance? i guess i’ll have to figure something out.

i have to go to home depot and buy printer ink. if i do no do that today before work, i will be royally screwed over the weekend. and that doesn’t mean i’ll bump into a princess and take her home to make sweet sweet dirty whore sex in her. it means i won’t get my project done. i’ve set aside an entire weekend for this portfolio. and i mean THE ENTIRE WEEKEND. every waking second of it will be devoted to my portfolio.

so i’m going to go get dressed and head to officedepot. there’s one sort of close by that’s closing so every thing’s on sale. hopefully they haven’t closed yet. okbai