Wow! My banners are still slowwwwly being spent. Somebody followed a banner here and liked my layout. That's nice. I almost changed the layout, because I've had this one so long, but fortunately, I was too lazy.
It's almost lunchtime already. Coolness. My lunch buddy here at work is trying to confuse me with her wiley moves. Last week she brought her lunch every day but one, so today I brought my lunch and she didn't bring hers. I'll stick mine in the fridge and go out, cause I'm easy like that.
My sciatic nerve is planning a revolt. I can feel it. I've been avoiding my amorous massage therapist because he finally succeeded in creeping me out. He told my sister he was in love with me, he gave me his personal phone number so I could call him before my next visit and plan a date for after he finishes rubbing my butt for an hour, and he told me everyone was talking about me at the spa, because everyone knows I am his favorite client. ::sigh:: He told them we have a "relationship".
Something gots to get did. It's so flippin inappropriate and he has gone so far over the line. He would get fired if I told on him. I really don't want to get him in trouble, so I'll probably just avoid him. Or... go and ignore his lurve for me.
I have a serious dilemma, since my butt really likes his hands. ha. That sounds way more vulgar than it actually is. He is really good at what he does. (I'll bet he is really good at soemother things, but I just am not signing up for any of that.) He totally ended my sciatic pain and he has been very effective in keeping it handled. haha
Weird things happen to me, people.
Party on, Garth.