I want to eat a pink taco.

Taco Bell really should have a ‘Pink Taco’ promotion. Just add some coloring to the shells. It could be for Valentine’s Day or something. But you know the entire point of it would be to get perverted boys like me to come in and say, “I’d like to eat one of your pink tacos.”

Or as Trisha said to me, “You can stuff your beef in my pink taco.” I love lewdness, it makes me relax. Trisha also burps like a champ.

(Hrm, does make me think. Some kinds of lewdness make me uncomfortable. I think nonprojected lewdness doesn’t bother me, while learing at females makes me uncomfortable. Nevermind that I saw some fantastic breasts today. OH SHUT UP, YOU’D NOTICE THEM, TOO.)

I actually wasn’t on the schedule for today, but I offered to come in. It wasn’t that busy. Doesn’t matter to me, I still got paid. I won’t be able to offer any more hours for a long time, so I don’t mind.

Classes start tomorrow, and the gym reopens. I’ll be up early to hit the gym, probably earlier than usual so I have plenty of time before class. Plus, I’m not sure where I’ll park. Kids always show up on the first day of class. So annoying. Usually tapers off after two weeks, and spots are easier to find. I may just head straight to Lot 3, or as Liz called it, “The Parking Lot That Time Forgot.” I’ll need a sandwich for after I lift, and another for between my second and third classes. I’ll make an excel of my schedule either between classes, or after my third class. We’ll see.

I have to do dishes. It’s not that I don’t want to, I just haven’t had the time. We have plenty of dishes, so I haven’t the initiative to do it?

I need to make some tuna for tomorrow. Lifting and tuna go together.

I miss cunnilingus. But when do I not? Debating whether to wank tonight to help myself sleep. I wanked last night, but the erection didn’t arise quickly. I’m still sitting in my boyundies. Pointless to put on clothes now, right? I’ll finish eating my final meal of the day, play Melee for a little bit, pee, and then sleep.