5:03 p.m. - 2004-04-26
Birthday-palooza Part the First
Woo. Talk about a whirlwind! I was crazy-exhausted yesterday after my birthday festivities. Would you believe the weather was so foul, it snowed all damn day and half the night? I distinctly remember telling Mother Nature that was not allowed to happen after my birthday. It is a little ironic, however, that students were let out for summer holiday last week for the most part, and it friggen well snowed. Heh. Good one, Mother Nature.

Butch and I got the Blacksmith all packed up and seen off, and then it was time to do all my laundry again so I'd have clean sheets and towels for Kryptonite's visit. We picked him up at the bus station, and then I fed him nachos while we watched the two episodes of Mad Mad House I'd taped for him. Exhaustion and randiness overtook us both before we got to the third episode, so we went to bed, had sex, chatted some more, and fell asleep. Around 2am he got up to pee, and I woke up and had to pee, too, and I figured what the hell, we're both awake! So, I started my seduction routine (boys tend to not say no when their cock is already in your mouth) and then hopped on midnight love train. Woo! The running joke for the weekend was about the run-by rapist that hit my bedroom, complete with sound effects for the running feet. Heh. Also, he informed me that I couldn't resist him because I have no moral fibre, though I later disagreed and said that I was simply following my ancestors morals, and that he should prepare himself for regular raping and pillaging. And yes, we did it again in the morning.

Have I mentioned that I'm ovulating? And that Beltane is very very soon and it makes me very very randy? Yeah. Anyway.

After breakfast and the last episode of Mad Mad House, we ventured downtown in the snow so I could spend some birthday money that was burning a hole in my pocket. We went to Black Market, Strange Adventures, Little Mysteries, Freak Lunchbox where he bought me chocolate covered pretzels, almonds, and cranberries, and Sam the Record Man where I bought Tom Waits CDs. He picked me up Asylum Years after I promised that I wouldn't make him listen to it. Heh. Two boyfriends in a row who hate Tom Waits. The Blacksmith likes him, but I'm not dating him. Then I helped Butch chop up vegetables, cheese and pepperoni for the party, hung out with Kryptonite on the bed reading the free Hellboy comic I picked up, and got dressed for my party.

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