Got home just a bit ago from the bridal shower, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I mean the people were great, it's just that I hate those things...with a true passion--and on such a gorgeous day too!

Got home, grabbed a beer and plunked myself out on the deck so that I could pirate some wireless signals from my neighbors, it's nice.

Oh and sent John an email asking if he wanted to have sex, because well, I'm bored, horny and I don't want to have sex with anyone random right now. It's ok, he'll probably say no anyways,"to preserve my feelings" or some such nonsense, but I think I could really use a good fucking--and well, he's good for that.

Yes, it's true...I have no shame. And no, I'm not using it as a ploy to lure him back, I doubt a little roll in the hay would have that kind o' power. It would be just a nice little treat after a long day of driving. And it would nice to not think about feeling bad and just live in the sweaty moment.

Stay classy blogworld, I know I will!
PS. There's no Jameson left in the house,which makes me a very sad girl.