Just So Vulgar.

Well intentioned and kindly yet nonetheless loud, boorish and drunken hobos lumbered onto the number ten and made their way to the back right where I was puttin' the coy sly moves on this adorable homie in fresh New Era. Homie got off at the Nordstrom Rack (typical) leaving me pouting with these affable stink bags. They started talking about books, reading, the last time they read a book, the fact that they own a TV, they watch TV, the subject matter so remote it took me a while to realize they were possibly discussing me.

"Are you talking about me?" I suddenly turned and asked them pretending to be super annoyed.

"I haven't read a book in 2 years" He stuttered.

"Yes. I gathered." Curtly.

"What's the novel you're reading?" One of them asks.

"It's a biography." I say holding up the book so these bleary eyed winos could make out the rather bold words of, as one of them put it, "George Five."

Well gracious. I'm still conflicted about the wisdom of leaving home. Although I did walk past a furniture store this morning with the most delightful Chesterfield sofa in the window. Probably a bit to contemporary-ish for me, but I'm tempted just the same. The store next door is going out of business and selling $1200 Persian rugs for $99. Imagine the deals you can find in the economic wreckage of the Bush Adminstration.

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OK, so I seriously have a new office friend who keeps hooking me up with all the best sites. I can't keep quiet over some of these and am lucky I'm the only one in the office. Rubbin' the clit the way Wikipedia told you to honestly?