after work yesterday, i went and cancelled my gym membership and called to inquire about a new one at the olympic athletic club, but they were too busy, those bastards. i popped by liz's work to see What Was Up, and everything was down, so i went home to pick up the dog and my cell and went to golden gardens so the dog would get good and tired. i read a cosmo i'd bought to read during my lunch break, and it was the most ridiculous thing. i haven't read any magazines aside from bust and jane for the better part of a year, and now i know why. every fucking issue is the same! how much better can one's orgasms get? how many more secret pleasure points can men have? answer me that, and you get a cookie.
mmm. cookie.