Satiated

This is such a waste of time. I wouldn't even think to come around here if it weren't for the boredom factor here (at work, that is). I only count two or three of you as real friends, anyway. It's not like I'd invite any of you to my wedding. (Except those I count as friends...those listed as contacts in my cell phone.) Like I stated when I initially set this bad-boy up, I have no idea why I do this. Why do any of us do what we do?

I need a hair cut. This mane is down my back and driving me insane.
I need motivation to start exercising again.
I need sex. (On restriction for the next three to seven days.)

My man asked me to move in. I am. I so am.