Let’s Breathe Star Dust Into Our Lungs

There are few things I'm sure about, but one of them is certainly that nothing makes a boy feel better about leavin' his job than getting his dick sucked. Oh, hell, thats a blatant lie. I'm pretty sure I'm far to confident about far to many things, but yeah, the dick sucking == better moods equation is definatly one of them.

Either way, I finally gave my apartment a decent begining christening yesterday afternoon. I hope that ending up on the rug was Bike Messanger Boy's subtle sense of humor-- I have shag. Not a bad trick, he's no Alex, but he is exceptionally good looking. I guess Jenny Lee put me in the mood for a mohawk, what with her recent facination with them.

If Lauren hadn't come home while I was putting on my shirt and BMB was walking down the stairs with his bike (what a shifty mid-shifter!) I'd prolly feel even better about it. As it stands, its the sexual equivalent to Yum's at 4am-- it does the trick, but you don't feel great about it in the morning.

Whatever... a mid-city mid-shift dick suck is barely shady; afterall, I was on his route!