Sex in the suburbs?

Today is a dreamer day, but I should be working. My brother is having company over today. He knew about this earlier but of course he decided to tell me a few hours before they arrive. How sweet. I explained the logic of him informing everyone in the household of companies arrival in a timely manner but that apparently went over his head. I was nice and I straightened up while watching Under the Tuscan Sun. HUGE mistake. Now I want to go to Italy! Me and my schizophrenic mind. I guess Georgia is wearing on me. I really don't understand why Southerners say, "Do What," when they didn't hear what you said. Apparently, "Excuse me what did you say," has to many words. Here are my upcoming plans for the upcoming weeks. Next month I will be going to Virginia and my dad is having hip replacement surgery. He does not want me up there because he said that he can take care of himself, but if there's one thing he hasn't learned about me is one thing... I never listen to my parents. So I will be heading up there. Also I have a friend that lives up there and I was propositioned for a ménage à trois. If there's one thing you need to know about me...I've been celibate for over a year and half, and I'm a prude. If I wanted to get my feet a little wet, a ménage à trois is basically scuba diving in the Pacific Ocean. No not Scuba diving. It's Scuba diving and living in the city of Atlantis for a few decades. It is an interesting fantasy and I need to get out of my comfort zone but I thought I could do that by trying ethnic foods. I shall keep you posted.

Au Revoir