Friday, October 06, 2006
In other news, I think I just cum.
Let me explain.
Well serve me shit on a shingle, have things but changed.
An interesting turn in light of Certain Someone. Looks like I’ve landed myself in the operating seat. I think.
He phoned me last night, (notice how he is doing all the phoning and emailing? Oh yes.) When I was heading to the Jolly Roger for a toot or two with my bitches.
Asked if I’m at home. Negative Ghostrider.
Would I join him for dinner? Negative Ghostrider “am with my bitches for the evening.”
I said I’d see him on Saturday for the dinner, as planned.
“Oh, what about Friday? Any plans? Cos I was thinking of going to the St John’s fireworks. I can get you a ticket?”
I said I would if he sorts it out, but that he can’t have his cake and eat it, so we’re still just friends.
Today I got this:
So, can I have my cake and eat it?
I got you a ticket for the fireworks, so you are mine from 6pm tomorrow.
And I expect lots of attention! Please bring cake! I will do the wine.
Sorry to admit this, but now I am certain I just cum.
Damn it feels good to be a gangster.