My roommate Shaska is a server who works two jobs. Yesterday she had to work both jobs, from open to close. The following is a conversation with Shaska this morning.
Shaska: I'm so tired today! I worked 13 hours yesterday. And I work again tonight.
Dave: that sucks. How much did you walk with yesterday?
Shaska: I made like $600 before tip-outs
Dave: fuck you.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
The worst thing about restraint...
For the past two years or so, I've been practicing some restraint...a sort of forced celibacy if you will. It's not that I haven't wanted to have sex, in fact I'm out of control horny most of the time. No, the simple fact is that I haven't found anyone worth giving a part of myself to. Not that it hasn't been offered, I mean, on a saturday night I'm turning down the nani left and right (can you feel the sarcasm?)
There is one thing I miss so much though, and this goes hand in hand with the horniness. The thing I miss most is something I call "OK hips"... Bear with me... "OK hips" are when you are with a girl, and she is almost naked. The last little piece left is her underwear. This is the last guardpost between you and the promise land...so you go to take her underwear off (hopefully thongs, or some other kind that I don't even know about yet...no boy shorts or Hanes Her Way, I mean, C'mon ladies...) and as you go to remove them, she lifts her hips to let you know it's okay to slide them off...
I know that's pretty dirty, maybe a little too much for a public forum...but think about it guys, is there another moment in life where so much anticipation and excitement is built up? I thought not...
I wonder if Webster's Dictionary would be interested in "OK Hips" and my definition?
There is one thing I miss so much though, and this goes hand in hand with the horniness. The thing I miss most is something I call "OK hips"... Bear with me... "OK hips" are when you are with a girl, and she is almost naked. The last little piece left is her underwear. This is the last guardpost between you and the promise land...so you go to take her underwear off (hopefully thongs, or some other kind that I don't even know about yet...no boy shorts or Hanes Her Way, I mean, C'mon ladies...) and as you go to remove them, she lifts her hips to let you know it's okay to slide them off...
I know that's pretty dirty, maybe a little too much for a public forum...but think about it guys, is there another moment in life where so much anticipation and excitement is built up? I thought not...
I wonder if Webster's Dictionary would be interested in "OK Hips" and my definition?
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