At work I was taunted by this horoscope:

This is definitely the right time to schedule that 'state of the relationship' meeting you've been putting off, and putting off and putting off. Stop it. Procrastination only leads to guilt, and if anyone deserves a guilt-free day, it's you. You've been working hard, being nice to people you don't especially care for and carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. How about a little break? But not until after that chat. Bet you'll both feel better -- and closer.

But of course the state of our relationship/friendship or whatever it is at this point is still up in the air. (i.e. no rump shakin at the puke manor tonight)

I totally choked on the whole ‘what are we doing here’ question.

But there was giggling and touching and all sorts of slow-mo retard awkward type flirting that I haven’t done since high school.

I don’t know what has gotten into me. I have finally given in to the idea that I want have sweet three-ring circus sex with this boy, so ... why can’t I just pounce?

He was working a skinny white tie (SEXY) and in a bizarre twist we both wound up wearing black pin-stripe shirts. Now I ask you, what is the perfect prelude to gay sex if not matching outfits?

Hi, my name is Petey Puke and I have no game whatsoever.