Yesterday my three roommates and I drove 45 minutes to a different town to get our hands on:
- Jamba Juice
- Krispy Kreme Donuts
- Sweet Potato Tots <– These were just a plus and weren’t planned until we got into town.
For anyone that lives out in the “middle of no where midwest” you understand the need to venture out and find other kinds of food. Especially when my roommates and I are all from California, where everything you ever wanted is everywhere.
Food tends to be the center of my universe. I’m going to be making a poetry performance trip in April and the first thing I told my roommate was, “I’m going to look up what kind of food they have there.”
Also we are planning a road trip for May and June and the majority of planned out events involve food.
This is my life.
Also for many of my readers of this outrageous blog, I haven’t had sex as of recent. Actually I haven’t sense November. So I so how went on a celibate binge without my knowledge.
Or as my dear friend told me, “Your celibacy is bumming all of out.” And apparently my poetry is missing the nasty like it once had. But I’m sure I still sneak that shit in there a lot.
But last night really confirmed my need to get laid.
Valerie and I stayed up until 2am watching The Voice in our blanket fort we made for the living room, that’s now been up for a week and some days. One Usher makes our loins burn, that was until Usher reminded Valerie of this guy she dated for a while. Still Usher is yummy yum.
Then this guy comes on The Voice and sings and I’m sure Valerie and I both had mini orgasm’s
The conversation as he sang-
Valerie: imagine having sex with him
Me: imagine him taking off your clothes and singing
Valerie: ahhh don’t say that! I’m going crazy!!
Yeah…we need to get laid and badly…very badly.