Dear Last Week/This weekend,

You suck for these reasons:

1) I went to work on Tuesday wearing my favorite hooded wool jacket. And although it was crazy warm, it had a nice cum stain right in the center of the back of the jacket which I did not notice until I got into my car at the end of the day. Damn car sex from the night before! I forgot that I had used the jacket as a seat protector. I wonder if my coworker's noticed at all...

2) At a karaoke bar on Friday night, my best friend from college commences to rub my belly like a genie and ask me if I was pregnant. SNF since the bitch just lost 15 lbs over the past 7 months, now she thinks she's fucking ANTM and shit. But oh well, at least I get laid 6 times during the week and 5 times on Sundays, so boo on you and your flat abs, trick!

3) I was chosen to be a pollworker (not to be confused with "Pole-worker"...i don't do that anymore) for the upcoming elections out here. Pays $325 for one days work. I go to confirm that I'm a registered voter in my hometown and guess what? Hells nah, i'm not! wtf?! ad9q49q43/@$@$6qQ#$%@$#@$@%$T^@$$! freakin Bushlicker!

Needless to say, alls i've got left is sex. But then again, thats not too shabby.


Hoping that next week is a wee bit betta,
TR with the Monday Blues