Concerned Roommate was kind enough to forward today's horoscope and must say, am less than thrilled. When opening line of cosmic future predictor read that should consider today as good as is going to get for coming year, felt like bludgeoning self with nearest sharp object.
H: No! I look disgusting! I'm completely exhausted! This can't be as good as it gets. Not for a whole year!
CR: Well, it hasn't really started yet. Could get better.
H: I'm going to have Ben and Jerry's for breakfast. I must take control of my own fate.
CR: That a girl!
Have still not quite recovered from mid-week cheap wine, midnight romp extravaganza. Celebrations of that sort are never consequence free, and this week's seem to be two-fold: this crippling exhaustion, and the following email from J's roommate, B:
B: Thin walls, ya know. Have some respect. *wink*
H: *gasp!*
B: You mean, *moan*
H: B! Ok, let's talk about something else! Nice call on dress #1, by the way. I'm still getting compliments on it, and it's home crumpled up on my floor.
B: Or J's room on the speakers.
H: I put it on his book shelf, thank you very much.
B: I'm just teasing. I'm probably jealous. He is getting more than me -- just knockin 'em!
H: Please do not bring up the other girls he's "knockin," as you so nicely put it. I'm still a girl, B. I can deal with sex for the sake of sex, because I know it doesn't change anything between us and it's fun. But I don't want to know about the others. Capiche?
B: I mean bustin balls, knockin 'em together... Don't let him fool you -- he is no stud! He's not fooling around.
H: Hmm...graphic!
B: Let's be serious. I know that he is not messing around.
Indeed.