Lord, watch over me as I wash the slip covers

Yesterday was my ex boyfriend's birthday. It was also the one-year anniversary of the ultra sexy run-in with Nick. By "run-in" I mean "spontaneous but not accidental sexual romp."

Maryann lovingly advised me to "find a boy with an SUV and keep the tradition going," which sounded like a decent plan, especially since Justin is still in Florida. But I didn't. Looking back, I told her I could have just masturbated in the back seat of my father's SUV, but that gave her the creeps, so I stopped talking about it.

So the "streak" will remain a one-year-only occurance. It's better that way.

This evening I hung out with a buddy I haven't seen in several months. Back at the beginning of the year, we hung out pretty often, and fooled around a few times. Tonight I kept the contact limited to rubbing elbows. Justin will be back in town on Saturday, and I plan on molesting him ASAP. I refuse to spoil that.

I was very productive today: I completed my oceanography class, finished an assignment in advance for my web design class, bought my mom a book for her birthday, and filled the last photo slot in my wallet with the picture of a 71 year old chemistry professor at the University of Delaware. Don't ask.

There are dozens more of this particular shot, though, so if you want one, I'll hook you up.

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