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2003-06-12 - 4:06 p.m. it's raining and there's nothing we can do - quasi countdown to san francisco matt's having a post afternoon delight nap. he looks like an angel the girls at work took me out for drinks, and got me mildly hammered. being surrounded by drunken women is funny. why is it they always end up grabbing your ass? me and my "cute little ass" got home kinda late...or early. whatever. i know that after i pounced on matt and had my way with him (i.e. let him have his way with me) it was after 3am. i woke up this morning at 10 and i've been doing the things that need to be done, but very slowly. i always stay up too late the day before i need to get shit done. ALWAYS retarded i'm tempted to slip back into bed with matty. i figure i've got a 50/50 shot of knocking out, right? the only thing stopping me is that i don't want to wake him up. something i have a...not a habit, but like a tendency? i don't know, but i've woken him up before with my antsiness in bed. watching him is making me tired though. my eyes feel heavy. mmmmm....sleeeeep okay, everyone take care of themselves and each other while i'm gone. hot hotel sex, here i come.... later |
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