Hot pussy action!

cappucinogrrl sent me, among other things, a duet of Paul Simon and Joan Baez singing "The Boxer."

Love! Emmy, you rock.

In a clearing stands a boxer,
and a fighter by his trade,
and he carries the reminder
of every glove that laid him down
or cut him til he cried out,
in his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving,
but the fighter still remains."

And he sings the alternate verse that I love, too. Mmm.

Do I write anything of substance anymore? doulamel's cat slipped me the tongue tonight. *HAWT*, as the Boy says.

Running amok, spilling blood, bashing heads

I am currently supposed to be doing all of the following:

1. Baking brownies for client's last session
2. Making a bank deposit
3. Getting a haircut
4. Calling about new car insurance
5. Taking a shower
6. Looking for houses
7. Going to Target

Can I do all of these things by 2pm? YOU BE THE JUDGE.

5 out of 7 ain't bad

Though today's haircut person (Shari) got a little overzealous with that razor-thinger.

Anyone wanna go to Target with me tonight, after 8pm, to browse for camp care package stuff for kieron? I promise I'll make it worth your while.

(Now she's gone and love burns inside me.)

I have to go to work now. I wish I'd eaten more than a piece of brownie that fell on the kitchen floor. (Brownies weren't cooled enough, sadly, and they are now cut so poorly. Phoo.)