The Scoop

Here's the scoop on what's been going on lately. (Scoop, ha! What a coincidence as I'm eating an ice cream cone. Note: shot glasses make good cone holders.)

Scoop A - I recently started reading The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists and it's an entertaining read. I have an odd thing for reading pick-up forums, male-advice columns and books geared towards males. I'm not sure why. Maybe I like sneaking in to the "No Girls Allowed" clubhouse. I'll write something about it when I finish it up.

Scoop B - The Co-worker drama is over. *Sigh of relief!* The fall/winter season is over so we work in different departments now. After that hot weekend I didn't see him for two weeks. I needed to cool off so I'm happy our schedules didn't mesh. I saw him a few times this weekend but we were both kind of distant (I'm not sure if it was deliberate) and we were never alone so things didn't get inappropriate. I might see him at the staff party in a couple weeks where there will be alcohol. Let's hope he doesn't show up or if he does I don't foolishly ask for a ride home or anything else involving the verb ride.

Scoop C - My mouth has another challenge to overcome in the pursuit of cock. Braces suck. Brackets on the inside of my teeth fucking suck. But these new elastics practically holding my mouth shut take the cake. Is this some divine sign for me to keep cocks out of my mouth? I have to have jaw surgery in two months so I planned on getting as much blowing in as possible before I'm out of commission for who knows how long. Now I've got this setback to deal with. But Kiera, you can take the elastics out! Yes, I know but the lingering jaw ache will take away from my enjoyment. Sigh, I'll make do. It's only been a few days so I have hope the pain will continue to dwindle away to nothing.

Scoop D - I had a 'fight' with an online boy. Wtf, right? Bond, my favourite who I've known for 3 years, finally came clean about his true likeness. Correction: I was in a bad mood, confronted him and he spilled. I knew he was hiding something but I kept my blinders on because I didn't want it to be true. Finding out I've been lied to again was a disappointment. He didn't think I'd want to talk to him once I knew what he really looked like. I'd like to think I don't give off the vibe of superficial. Oh, I forgot to mention. If you're not a perfect 10, don't read my blog. And don't even
think about commenting, subpar human.

Finally, I want a cowboy to pick me up for a date on horseback. I'll bring the picnic lunch.