I Had My Sexy...

...going on last night. Came home and put on my swimsuit and did some poses in the mirror. Then I punched myself in the face. Stupid body won't cooperate. Grabbed a glass of wine and sat said bones in my chair and watched the tape of Grey's Anatomy from the night before. It's insidious, but damned if the blonde don't have some tig ole bitties. Then I got an IM from a friend. I tried to entice her into some subservient internet sex. She must have known I was in my swimmies. She went to bed. So I called the rantin chump and his wife answered the phone. Telepathically she must have known I was in said swimmies because she said I was in her prayers. So I talked to the the Bob Villa of the blogworld for a bit. Always nice. By then I was drunk motivated so I cut my hair and surgically cleaned the bathroom. It's pristine. Clubbing ain't got nuthin on my ass...and I got to wear my cleaning outfit. I'm too sexy for my shirt. Whatever...