So,


Saturday begins with me rising from my gra--er, bed, unable to sleep any longer. Considering that I didn't get to bed particularly early, this didn't quite make any sense. So...after checking my voicemail and hunting down the address for the offices of Troma Entertainment Inc., I went and got a haircut.

I now look like I've gone AWOL from the military.

(Unrelated comment: I've decided that I'm gonna bust a cap in the next faux-Mexican that puts rice in my burrito, regardless of how good it is.)

While the next ice age dawned, I played Nintendo.

Then...she called. So I got showered and dressed and went back to playing Nintendo.

As the ice age ended, there was a knock at the door. I've since made a note to increase the speed at which I can don boots.

Went out to Barragan's for dinner and made a pit-stop at The Apartment that ended up being the final resting place for the evening. Music played, lights killed, kisses were had, a comforter employed...but for some goddamned reason I couldn't get any damn sound out of the computer, so the Memento DVD was relegated to background lighting. Still, I'm not complaining.

Sleep. Early sleep. *Much* too early sleep. Oughtright sleeplessness, in fact. Light, cute snoring on her part. Spooning.

Morning. *Early* morning. Jesus never got up this early...though I doubt he ever spent a previous evening negotiating a mouthful of tits and four to six handfulls of gorgeous ass, either, Mary Madalene or not. Fair trade, really.

Larceny and modeling. Finally do I get to see that leopard print swimsuit (that's been laying around the place for a couple weeks) actually being *worn*. Also, my first glimpse of a crotchless body stocking. C'est impressive. Only one, however, was absconded with. For several minutes I watched drawers and closets raided for previously-stolen goods, uncertain as to whether or not I had any business involving myself any further than I already had.

All of this and I forgot to wash the shotglasses...