Balls the Size of Bowling Balls

Ok, so the title of today's edition sounds like I am making fun of some poor soul with an incredibly painful testicular condition. I'm not. I'm just talkin' about one of my good friends, who at this time is on an honest, I Shit You Not date, and for blog purposes only shall only be referred to as Awesome Chick. Awesome Chick took the bull by the horns yesterday (both literally and somewhat figuratively) and asked her crush out, and well golly gee, that bastard said yes. So they're out right about now, enjoying a romantic lunch together, talking about all the sex they are going to have and what Biblical names they are going to bestow on the future children. Actually, they're probably talking about work, since we all work at the same place, and well, that evil black hole of books and coffee somehow lets itself seep into any conversation had by its employees. Awesome Chick rocks, and rocks hard. She is my new personal hero, and if I were more like her, well, I wouldn't need this blog to whine in. Hell Yeah!

So not much is happening in the land of the Southern Comforted. I bought myself the coolest outfit you have ever seen on Saturday, and since then, have created several dream places to wear it in my sick little thoughts. Ho hum. Oh, and I made a cheesecake for this guy at work (no one really special, just a friend). I heard yesterday that he made orgasm noises while eating it. While this makes me feel good because now I know I am not the only person who moans at the sight of pastry, it also makes me feel fuckin' great because, well, I made a guy get off and I wasn't even there! Talk about talent! I need to bake more of those things.

I have to work tonight. I'm hoping my decidedly unvirginal and totally rockin' manager is closing tonight. If he is not, I might have to cry as his presence is the only thing that can make that job even the slightest bit entertaining. Oh, I take that back. Standing at the customer service desk reading erotica also makes the job interesting, but that's between you and me.

Well, I should go. My apartment is messy, and I should clean it. Ho hum. Oh, I know she doesn't read this, but who the hell cares because I'M WISHING KATHLEEN THE BEST 21ST EVER! HAVE A GOOD UN!