cookies...

so i made three trays of cookies...
i feel so accomplished...
but i dont eat them...
so i think i'll drop them off at albies...
for the poor,
starving,
courtesy clerks
and checkers
that dont care too much about their waistlines...
im fine with my current weight...
i just dont eat sweets...
often...
okay, so i ate two of them...
but i wont eat anymore...
i promise...
therefore,
these cookies need to leave my house...
pronto...

"i felt like there was something missing in my day to day life..."

Good morning to my delightful readers!! (or should i say "reader")
It is 9:30 am and I am making my way towards getting ready for work...
I know, right?
So I discovered that when I say, "hey, my parents are out of town this weekend," I am bombarded with fellas that wanna make out...
I even got petitioned to "spoon."
shudder...
what does that even mean?
what does any of this mean?
So, my plan this evening after I get off work
(relatively early, I might add),
I'm going to come home,
lock the door,
clean the house,
bake some cookies,
listen to some music on my daddy's stereo,
and work some more on my memoir...
maybe even get some reading done...
that is if I don't get petitioned for "rum and sex"
total insider joke, man...
because there really is only one individual that I would agree to "spooning"
even though that word creeps me out...
but interesting tid bit is that the dude isn't really into me...
why is it that I can have guys hammering down my door for a piece of erin but the only one I want isn't interested?
it's a rather strange conundrum.
oh well...
time to get this "nice ass" to work...
spooning...
eeww...