Utter Shit

I tried everything to calm my hormones today.  I watched endless hours of Law and Order.  I washed sheets,  cleaned the fishtank AND the fireplace.  I put receipts into the computer in order to make my taxes easier.  I READ A LETTER FROM THE IRS – and if that does not put your hormones away, I guess nothing will.

But I am still dying to make out with someone.   More specifically Mr. Baldie from Saturday night.

In a phone conversation moments ago, a girlfriend and I spoke of what it means to be kissed correctly.  How it is so much hotter than just about anything.  And I was kissed correctly Saturday night.  Although, I must admit, I was not all that into it at the time seeing as I had been drinking for 7 hours and on my third consecutive night of libations in high heels.  I was tired and my feet were killing me.

But it was such a good kiss, I remembered it when sober and rested.

Hm.  When he does not call me, I might cry.