A Hard Day's Night

Well, it was a crappy day today because Safeway is populated almost entirely by ungrateful bastards. Their precious parcel pickup service would have remained crippled all damn day if not for my tireless efforts. Not to mention my handy feat with the bags, and my selfless transport of the palette (which resulted in three wood splinters, all of which were painfully embedded in my hand.).

So I could've wallowed in a nasty mood all god-damned day, but my savior came and made it all Okay. Chelly came to visit me at work, then we went out for supper later at Boston Pizza and talked. It was splendid and perfect except for Wayne, our "server", which is what you call them because heaven-fucking-forbid we use gender specific titles anymore! Anyway, Wayne belongs to the "you're not being a good server unless you ask them how they're doing every five goddamned minutes" school of "serving", so naturally he's as annoying (but not as fun) as a dull pencil poked right into your eye. Then we bummed around Chapters while we waited for Tomcats to start, which it did, as movies tend to do. While at Chapters, I apparently indicated that I would remember a certain song, but all I can think of is Workin' in a Coalmine by Devo. So I failed miserably.

But the movie was good, the company was without equal, and the whole evening may just have done the trick and killed those doldrums which have been plaguing me for a year, or ten days... depending on your point of view. Thanks, Chelly. You're the best.

I also got laied, with a nice, soft cock to boot. And I have the opportunity to pop two cherries. =)