Luckily, his weapons of choice are chocolate and his penis.

Let me get back to whence you last heard from me...

Friday night I had my History final. I found out today that my grade was 85%. Not too shabby, especially considering the fact that I've missed three (count 'em three) classes since the mid-term and therefore missed all of the material the teacher covered in those classes because she's one of those teachers who gives you information not in your textbook, thereby requiring that you show up to class on a regular basis.

Damn her.

The bummer is that I found out she never received my Frederick Douglas paper so I'll only get a C in the class unless I can get it to her by the 20th. Easy enough, except that I can't for the life of me find the disk on which I saved said paper and I may end up having to re-write the damn thing!

Saturday I cleaned my pad and put up the few Christmas decorations I have. I�m so bizarre. I have enough Halloween decorations for three apartments and not nearly enough Christmas stuff. I also went to In-n-out� for dinner. Thus began my backward spiral of the damned.

For those of you who do not live in California or Las Vegas, let me assure you that In-n-Out� makes the most fabulous burgers ever and their fries are just as wonderous. Words do no justice to the orgasmic affect the taste of one Double-Double� has on my taste buds.

John did not get to my pad until about 10:00pm. He brought his sister Charlene down with him (but no, she didn't stay with me). Charlene lives in San Jose, Ca. and so his going to pick her up meant an additional ninety minutes or so added to his drive time. I will write another entry about the reason for her visit (having to do with PSI Seminars) because I am just chalk-full of opinions on that matter, but the bottom line is that he got to my house later than usual. He did bring mota with him, though, so I was full of forgiveness. :) That is, until the munchies hit me...

John brought with him a whole slew of See�s Candy that he had purchased as part of his niece�s recent fundraising activities.

In answer to your question, yes John and I proceeded to eat pert-near an entire pound of chocolates on Sunday. However, we first went out to breakfast (and those of you who keep asking me how it is possible for me to have never been to the Shorehouse Caf� now have your answer: because the service SUCKS. I�m all for supporting my local places of business, but I shan�t be going to this place again. I think all restaurants need to take a clue from the folks who run the Long Beach Caf� {sadly, no link available}. That place rocks. It�s just a little, family-owned, family-restaurant; nothing fancy - just good food {and way too much of it which is great for us single gals who live and die by the doggie-bag} and great service. Really, this place has the best service ever, every time I go there. No empty coffee cups are allowed in this joint!).

After breakfast we went by my second home (Smart and Final) then went and bought my Christmas tree.

Then we lay around all day, screwing and eating See�s Candies.

OK, we may have done one or two other things...I seem to recall drinking Mimosas and somewhere along the line we ordered dinner from Steak-o-Rama...I know we must have had a conversation or possibly even two...All I really know for sure is that my legs were very sore when I tried to decorate my tree later that night and yesterday I was kapooped. Ka-stinkin�-pooped, I tell you. And I haven�t really stopped eating.

Well, in my defense, I am supposed to start my period like any minute now and we all know how much I love to eat on days like this. However, once I start eating good food, as I do whenever John is around to buy it for me, I get used to eating good food. This is not a good thing, cuz then I want the good food all the damn time.

John left at like 7:30pm Sunday and went to do his PSI-seminar-shin-dig. He called me yesterday to regale me with the tale of the horrible trip home that almost didn�t happen. As in, he almost didn�t make it home.

I was already worried about his driving home late Sunday. I was glad his sister would be with him, figuring she could share in the driving duties; plus two pair of eyes on the road is better than one, right? See, California was hit with a big ol� storm Sunday. In fact, it had been raining up in John�s neck of the woods since Thursday and raining in a rather torrential fashion.

So after dropping Charlene off at her house at about 4am, John was very nearly swept down the side of the Santa Cruz mountains in a mud slide on the way home.

*silent prayer of thanks that John is safe*

Anyway, I won�t see him again until Christmas Eve. That sucks because I could use his help around my pad, but it should give me ample time to recover from our latest adventures in love-making.

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