Your Neighborhood Professional Deviant

As much as I hate to admit it, I am a slave to texting. LOL... no really. Not like, Mindless Teenager Textzombie sorta hooked. I live in a semi-basement, 100% cinder block condo. Reception = FML. Texting works 95% of the time, where as calls in/out work maybe 20% of the time. Add to that the fact that strip club + loud music = cant hear phone? Yeah, texting is My friend. I'm actually kinda pleased with My lil ENV2. It's not New And Special And Shiny, but I dig it :D

I hate being sick. I become a big baby, I swear it! I want someone to feed me soup, brush My hair, and rub My shoulders. Hold My hand while I whine LOL! My cats are ok at the cuddly part, but they suck at fetching soup. I took Monday off from door wenching thanks to a fever of 101, aches, etc. Bleh! At this rate I might be out of commission all week, which is a pain in My wallet. If it gets any worse, I might be glued to My bed for a while, so the 365 photo project might be a Catch Up thing for a bit. Worst case scenario... I will post whatever days I miss in one post. I'll give stripping this, I don't need a doctor's note when I call out, and I wont get fired for it. And I'm sure some folks think "suck it up and work!" but really, who wants a lap dance from a contagious person? Ew. And smoke + breathing issues = DO NOT WANT.

On My porch, waiting for My wifey to come get Me! I thought I'd say hello. Yeah, this is how I say hello! LOL