Hands above the covers...

I want to marry my best friend. She is the best because she is supportive, fun, boring, blunt, stupid, foreign and sexy. I called her on Saturday morning to let her know that I have succomb to my hormones (for no other reason) and that I had spent some time with the "friend", only a few short hours after I had declared that it was O V E R. I have issues (check your sanity at the door, thank you) and I need to remember that I MUST NOT GIVE IN TO MY URGES. Oh let's say, sex, eating, smoking, sex, eating, spending money that I don't have. I am plagued with these urges (better than locusts, but problems are problems) and I must F I G H T them. Step 1- call Maddy (aka Mad Russian) AGAIN! Step 2- DO NOT SEE "FRIEND" AGAIN!!! Step 3- PUT THE NUTS DOWN, BITCH!

Anywho, called The Brain early and she had to have the sexiest, softest voice EVER. I want one too! I have a croaky, nasally, irritatingly LOUD (so I've been told... tears) voice and I want that sweet soft voice that that bitch has. So, I tell her she sounds sexy and she tells me to "keep my hands above the covers"... wait till I see her in about oh... a couple of weeks. I'm sure "friend" will want to watch but she's mine, dude, all mine.