Love Juice, Butt Juice, Bug Juice

for bugs


Ok, don’t get your panties in a wad over the title of this post. I just wanted to tell you a little story about miscommunication. Don’t fret, it is really short. Last night, I was at Colin and Laurie’s apt watching the Spurs game. Colin, Laurie, Dale, and Tony were all there. During a commercial break I exclaimed in a sing songy manner: “I smell like bug juice and I like it”!
Colin said “Love juice?”
I said, “NO, Bug Juice….gosh”
Tony said, “Oh, I thought you said Butt Juice”.
Sheesh.

So anyway, I hope you are having a good Monday. I am trying to be productive. I went to my apt gym and did some cardio and weight training. I did some lunges and I remembered that I hate to do lunges. They are completely unnatural.

After I post this, I am going to Clean a lil. My bedroom is absolutely disgusting. It is just not called for (the type of mess going on in there. Just check out this pile of clean laundry I have going on in the corner of my room.

It has been there for at least a week and a half. When that is done, I need to go to the grocery store.
How exciting. I just thought you would want to know. You don’t? WELL EXCUSE ME FOR LIVING!