I have gone through something like 2000 images since I got home...oh shit what day was that? Wednesday? Thursday? I have sort of lost sense of time. It's fun; you should try it.
Seems like I should have gotten through them faster, but they are so good, I just had to spend the time.
The downfall to this is that I am also, simultaneously booking the entire United States for the near future (well, except all those east coast states) and the combination of the two seem to give my most broken arm "dead arm" by the end of each day.
I have pain killers, but I dont like to take them. I like to clear my head at night.
Since Reed and I announced we weren't dating anymore to the general public, (sounds weird to say that out loud), I will have to admit to being slightly bombarded by dudes wanting to get in my pants.
I love it when hot dudes want to get in my pants! I just don't care for it when they are total dogs and hit on anything that moves.
I have heard the best pick-up lines ever lately.
"I respect you."
"Let's go out"
ME: "I have high standards. They start at 8 inches."
"Hey, I have size 13 shoes."
"Can I fly to Seattle to take you out to dinner?"
"I will admit I lay awake at night and wonder what it would be like to hold you."
Oh boy. Here we go.
Seeking: Honest men and women who are good at making out.
Not Seeking: Most of the general population. Honesty is a bitch, ain't it?

^^Self, from the phone files^^