Friday, July 25, 2008
I could move into TJ and Rob's cute little guest room and be their house bear. I'd get up early and pick up whatever messes they made, I'd make fresh-squeezed orange juice and put it on a tray with little frilly umbrellas and walk down the stair extra loud so they'd hear me and I wouldn't accidently walk in on them doing manly stuffs. And if I did walk in accidentally, well, I wouldn't tell anybody but I'd just turn bright red and back out of the room begging forgiveness. I know that would happen only about once a week.
I'd watch my stories while I was cleaning house and in the afternoon I'd have a little glass of Diet Coke (with a frilly umbrella) and watch Dr. Phil and Oprah and when TJ came back from the gym, I'd breathlessly act out all of the turmoils involved. After a while they'd get tired of me and give me a quarter to go catch something at the cinema. Instead I'd run over to Jimbo's and we would do facials and gossip about the menz in DC.
In other news, good lord, so many clean cut guys in this town. I stick out like a sore something or other with my bushy goatee. I am down right exotic here!
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I'd watch my stories while I was cleaning house and in the afternoon I'd have a little glass of Diet Coke (with a frilly umbrella) and watch Dr. Phil and Oprah and when TJ came back from the gym, I'd breathlessly act out all of the turmoils involved. After a while they'd get tired of me and give me a quarter to go catch something at the cinema. Instead I'd run over to Jimbo's and we would do facials and gossip about the menz in DC.
In other news, good lord, so many clean cut guys in this town. I stick out like a sore something or other with my bushy goatee. I am down right exotic here!
