the comma toes blog

Weekends rule.

Andrew made me dinner last night; a very involved dinner that took him a lot of time to prepare. Noodle-y and vege-tastic! Nom nom nom. I accidentally hit his balls about 75 times this weekend, which made me more mad than him because I can't figure out how his balls are always in the way of my arms or feet or anything when we're just sitting around watching TV like wholesome, normal folk.

Fuck!

Aside from lowering his sperm-count, it was nice. A nice relaxing weekend and a Sunday off to prepare a speech about public transportation and its advantages and glimmers of character amidst all the filth and disease. I haven't decided if I'm serious or not. I don't think the professor grading me will be able to either.

(Happy birthday, Papa. We miss you.)