i just returned from the laundromat.
you know, i fancy myself a bit of a grown-up -
so why is it so keenly embarrassing when men see your underwear?
there was a guy folding laundry beside me and i felt so
self-conscious folding my unmentionables.
i think i might have actually blushed.
how pathetic can one be?

the good-looking guy who moved in last week
appears to live above me.
interesting - well, not really.

today is just not working out like i wanted.
i need a massage.
it's crazy - my shoulders squeal for some manhandling.

my apartment is filthy.
if i've time to lean, i've time to clean.

this is me buggering off