Being Drunk Are Good. Period

I am at home. 10:30pm EST at night. I have spent the past 5 hours drinking heavily with my pal, Steve America, as is now our custom on Friday night (at least until his wife, Dan Yelle, births his child). That said, I was also turned down on a Booty Call tonight by they Advertising Chick. WTF is that??? She says, What about tomorrow?. I'm thinking, only if tomorrow means the stroke of fucking midnight. Bah. She booty called me last weekend...I just assumed turnabout is fair play. A night out with the girls apparently takes precedence over great sex. Whodathunkit?

I love my puppy. She is so smart, so gorgeous, and such a good girl. Four hours by herself and no accidents!!! Not only that, but tonight she learned how to go down the steps from upstairs. I am so proud of her!! God, look at me....I'm such the Proud Papa.

I'm jonesing for some company tonight. At this point, it isn't even about the secks. Its fucking storming here and there may be nothing I love more than being in bed with someone during a storm. Shit. AC turned me down. NS is working. FOF is off with the family tonight. I never even called Puppy Mama (but I'm thinking now that I should). I did have a connection with the Vet Assistant today...she was cute and was going out of her way to be helpful with all sorts of stuff. I think I'll ask her out next time that I take Kiko in. Does me no good tonight, but to hell with it. Sometimes, its cool to be alone. At least I keep telling myself that.