Seriously, Girl Must Remain Anonymous

A great day, eh? Woke up next to naked girl, read a Kundera book about writing. That was cool. Sex happens every once and a while, but how often do you get to read next to a naked girl? I mean, in some ways, the experience was comparable if not better than the enjoyment gained from sex. Not that sex isn't cool, but picture the scene: tiny apartment lined with open windows, sunny morning, birds twittering like brainless fuckers, a new book, and a naked girl to occasional poke and be like "hey - toss an arm over me and complement my sexual prowess".

I mean, if that's not the start to an excellent day, what is?

Then bagels, Y Tu Mama Tambien, Pirate porn, inevitable results of Pirate porn, and a shower.

Got ride with now clothed girl, listened to Postal Service and Lion King in warm car, walked around Oglethorpe, wrote everything except my paper.

Night finished with pizza at Fellini's, Brittany not dead, Stu describing his desire for robot arms, willingness to rip arms off of Nazi Stormtrooper and sew to torso.

And I might even finish the paper!