E ate my cheesecake today. I mean, sure I offered a piece but I didn't tell E to eat the whole thing. Grrr, took away my few sweet moments of a sugar high. Shameless.



Yesterday's performance of Capital Steps has finally let go of my jaw. Damn, it never hurt so badly before. This is what laughing does to one, pain and suffering. Anyway, S is still saying I made a scene during the performance with my 'obnoxious' behaviour. Sure, I yelled. I admit it, but it's not like I was making a habit out of it. She should learn to chill and not be so ashamed to be with me in public. I may misbehave, but at least she laughs.



Oh and A and I made a rule that no one has a right to tell us about their sexual encounters. Why? Because I'm tired of saying every single time "Yeah, thanks, fat head." I have my limits you know. So there, just because we write a story bordering on pornography, I'd rather not scar myself with my over active imagiantion while listening to narrations of how you did it and with whom.

@настроение: An unexamined life is not worth living.