In this post I’m going to talk about getting the best blowjob of my life, so if you’re not into that, you might want to read this blog instead. It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything personal and extra-dirty, so it’s high time I got back to it. Plus, I was inspired by this post about a dirty city girl finally getting laid.

Okay, so here was the situation. I’ve been officially broken up with my ex-girlfriend, Megan, for several months now, and in the interim we were doing this quasi-dating-fuck-buddy thing. That ended about two weeks ago, or at least I thought it had, until I invited her to meet me out for dinner to catch up.  Yeeeah, you know where this is headed.

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Apparently the universe is apologizing for my terrible weekend.  First, the BF was able to verify with his supervisor that a) his company isn’t going to do any layoffs, and b) even if they were, his position wouldn’t be in jeopardy.  Awesome!  So he’s going to try for a little work/life balance and we’ll see how that goes.

Second, remember how I’d been trying to decide whether I should go back to school or take on some freelance work?  Well, in this post I mention that I’d decided to go for the school thing, since (as DD tells me repeatedly) it’s a) a kickass opportunity to try something new and different, that is b) also super-cheap.  I applied last week (after the pleasant surprise that employees don’t have to pay application fees) and am admitted – as soon as I can find the time for my previous university to send over my proof of MMR then I’m good to go!

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Penelope Trunk wrote a provocative post today, about how tall people are generally more successful at work and make more money. In her post, she begins by arguing that good looking people do better in life than not-good-looking people. No doubt. You can’t refute that. Midway through her post, though, she switches gears and says that tall people are the folks who are more successful.  She is equating tall people to good looking people. Okay, I guess P-Trunk likes tall dudes.

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So the weekend actually turned out kind of crummy.  On Friday, the BF completely forgot that he was going to come home early and cook me dinner, so he came home after 9 p.m.  I’d finally given up and had a bowl of sweet pea soup around 8:45 but ended up going to bed hungry.  The BF promised that he’d make the fish for lunch the next day.

Well he woke up with a list of errands that he wanted to run…he didn’t get out of bed until after noon, so I asked whether we were still having lunch.  Then there was a disagreement about how to cook the fish…he did end up doing it on the grill (which was my preference) but between that and the fact that making lunch didn’t give him enough time to get one of the most important errands (having some dress shirts tailored) done and also we got to the car dealership to pick up our floor mats and wheel covers 20 minutes before they said they would close…and they were closed. Read the full article

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This has been a strange week.  Per our recent agreement, the BF slept in the spare bedroom on two nights because he’d taken the “good” sleeping pills and didn’t want to reduce me to a hysterical, sleepless mess like he has in the past with his insane excessive snoring.  So I feel like I am missing my snuggles!  Fortunately, the BF is going to come home early tonight (which means before 8 p.m.) and cook me fish on the grill.  Yum, I can’t wait!

I also didn’t see as much of him this week because I went with a dozen or so ladies from the alum club to see a sneak preview of a movie that opens today called Away We Go.  I thought this movie was excellent – do yourselves a favor and go see it.  Don’t be fooled by the description – it was written by Dave Eggers, whose memoir, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, comes pretty darn close to living up to its title.  In fact, once the credits started rolling and I saw he’d written it, I felt pretty dumb for not recognizing his writing 5 minutes into the movie.  Which is what I said after the movie and none of the other ladies knew who Dave Eggers was.

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