Yes, I Did Fall Off the Earth. It Was Nice.

It's been nearly a week and for that I apologise. Truth is, I couldn't think of a thing to say that was of any bloody interest and then I got smacked around by a serious case of apathy. Saturday aside, the only happening of note was Boss finally noticing (after his near 11 months at the workplace) that my tongue is pierced. "Why in the hell ... Is this more of your crazy adrenaline junky stuff?" I had a brief flashback to the day I asked to attend Bridge Day and felt a twinge of sadness. Then, like a fool, I explained that I got the piercing for the hell of it during my freshman year and only wear the barbell for decorative purposes, as it tends to hinder the possibility for total control in other "areas" of life. Puzzled, he stared at me for a moment and right around the time I wished my jaw was wired shut, Boss realized what I meant. Awkwardness ensued. I hope he forgets about that exchange. The way I explained things made it sound like I'm suffering from a real case of the sluts.

In other news... Meet Angela Keathley and Renee Thomas -- Carolina Panther cheerleaders (er, TopCats) by day and brawling lesbians by night. Sometime on Sunday morning the two were bumping fuzzies in a bathroom stall at a Tampa bar but instead of walking calmly out of the bathroom in post-coital bliss, they were met by a disgruntled woman waiting to use the loo. The trio argued before Thomas popped the woman in the face. Both cheerleaders were arrested. While lesbian sex situations that end in fights are fantasies for a lot of you, I'm a little confused. How do two women have sex in a stall? I fully understand the physics of bathroom sex with men but with women, well, is someone on the floor? Is another on a toilet? Are there travel-sized strap-ons that allows them to handle things in a more traditional way? Ya know.. I shouldn't even be talking about this. Nevermind.