[insert brains here]

flatline. brainwave that is.

all work and no fun make tp a homicidal boring lil girly. i have not left the house this weekend apart from sat morning's grocery shopping trip and it was not at all that enjoyable. but that's a whole other story that i'd rather not tell. it's bad enough that i had to live through it.

i need good times. like, i'm talking abt Good Times[tm] here. sunshine, hotties, cheap white wine, hotties, parties, more hotties... you know, the entertaining nice shit that makes you smile.

heh. that reminds me. i ended up having a fucked up convo today with a good friend of mine. apparently this whole spring time with no rootage is getting to her too. we were both supposed to be typing fucken long boring essays for next week's assessments and the last thing we needed on our mind was men and sex. needless to say that's what we ended up having a full on convo on: what kind of quality action would we prefer atm. this is what i came up with:

• a sushi picnic lunch in the city with a gorgeous young lil flirty thingie (preferably with nice muscles, brains and fucked up sense of humour but at this state i will settle for one of the above) followed by a whole day of activities spiced with a nice accelerating flirt to build up mood for the night. then later a good dinner with heavy flirting followed by a seductive movie (note to self: NOT irreversible!). then a couple of drinks in a nice bar with a quick pre-foreplay session in the dunny between drinks. make out in the cab on the way home. hot and aggressive quickie in the lift/corridor followed by a recovery shower, white wine and a whole night of fun and games in the bedroom (or preferably all around the house).

...and can i get that with home delivery, please?