Man I hate that

Last night my mind was racing as I drove home from my sister's place. I had come up with some great stories to post and some funny anecdotes that came about during the course of the evening. Of course, as I sit here the next morning I can't remember a single thing. Some of that shit was very very funny too.

I am sure if I tried to piece it together right now I could do a decent job, but I wouldn't do the situation justice and it would just come accross as boring and unfunny. I tell ya though we were all laughing very hard, for a very long time. We were making fun of someone we were watching on TV, the show was survivor. That show cracks me up sometimes. I get so caught up in the strategy of the show. Big Brother is another one like that. I often find myself yelling at the TV stating how stupid one of the contestants is because they aren't making the right decision.

This one chick, the only black chick on the show, tied her shirt up in knots at the bottom of her shirt. It was triple knotted and it looked like a dick. We couldn't stop laughing. I called it the triple knot surprise. It seriously looked like a cock and balls. I am still laughing about it on the inside. So mature.

Anyway, VDay is tomorrow. We'll probably go for dinner somewhere downtown, maybe do some shopping. Nothing too crazy, just some good time with the Lola Lady I Love. Ghey. I bought her something nice, except I ordered it from the internet and it will most likely arrive late. "Happy belated VDay" I'll say, and hopefully she won't be choked when I don't give her anything at all tomorrow... except you know what of course.

So do I tell her that it is on order or just keep it a surprise? Maybe she will read this and I won't have to do anything at all...

Have a good weekend everyone.