10/9/9

Today I awoke at five thirty am to be ready by six thirty am for some #charliework. Thats right, I am a masochist. I yearn to remember what eleven years old felt like. Now I'm at home, tired and sore still partially covered in tar from being a roofer. Also I was a painter, holder, fetcher, catcher, hammerer, and all around bitch. Not really, but I did speak my mind about what it means to motivate and the delicateness of distributing criticism. I'm now following @hotdogsladies but I only understand about a third of what he tweets. So far those have been worth my time. Melissa and I went to Desert Hot Springs for a night on Wednesday. We had a nice time getting drunk and watching myth busters and monster bug wars. After that we went in the jacuzzi. Not for long. Even with cooling-off breaks I usually can only last ten minutes. Not unlike sex... With myself. Where as with Melissa the act of love making can last anywhere between one and one hundred minutes... That one time...