Reason #7769: Not Have a PG-Orgy or Live In Cheap Housing

I have been sick in bed for two days… I probably would have been in bed longer given the opportunity, had I not taken an impromptu trip up to Seattle this last weekend.

Crazy called me on Friday night to ask me if my throat hurt. I replied no… yet throughout the course of the weekend my throat gradually ached more, and by Sunday Brunch, sitting in the slowly revolving space needle (one revolution every 47 minutes - FYI) my throat began to feel as though it was on fire.

I returned home Sunday night, retired to bed and proceeded to call in sick Monday. Beach Chic called me Monday morning and told me she was sick. We sadly laughed at the fact that we had utterly no idea as to who may have caused this…

I braved the office for a few hours today. Embarrassingly, for some unknown reason, whenever I get a fever I get uber emotional at work. So I sat at my desk today, tears beginning to well up and overflow out of my eyes as one of my managers walked by. He looked at me and told be to go home as soon as possible.

Sometime being the only girl in the office has its perks… nobody wants the emo girl around.

I returned back home to finish some work and sleep. I had one of those panicky moments when I woke up from my nap and thought I was late for work… and upon recognizing that it was PM and not AM, I felt like I had been presented a gift of twelve more hours.

Da Bod has been enjoying my time at home as he too has not only had the last few days off, but K finally wizened up and gave him the boot, allowing him ample time to keep my phone occupied with the woes of his life.

He’s been trying to find a place to live, scouring craigslist, but as it is really impossible to find someone in 5 hours time, he has made the oh-so-economical choice of staying in one of those places that you can “rent-by-the-week”. “OCG it’s only comes out to $35 a day!” umm…Yay you?

He shared with me earlier today about his stripper lady that lives next door with her child. I told him to get out while he could, this did not seem like a good place to live.

I had no idea how bad it really was.

Da Bod called me tonight in shock, “OCG I was just standing in the courtyard talking to my mom on the phone. This man in heels and a black mesh black skirt with nothing underneath it bent over and looked in my window. I don’t know if he knew it was my room, but I swear all I saw was hairy balls hanging out from the back of his skirt.”

I died. “Da Bod you can NOT stay in that place, you need to get out of there!”

While we spoke someone knocked on his door. Da Bod answered very manly, “What’s goin’ on?”

There the meshed-skirted-man stood, his back to Da Bod, and said “You wanna fuck this?”



Da Bod responded “Uh, no man, I’m cool”.

I died. Absolutely died! I haven’t laughed so hard in so long.

Hope Da Bod finds a new place soon… but I shall enjoy the stories until that time.

Can you say karma? One cannot use a girl for his own purposes without ultimately having her wise up (one would hope). And in turn, one can not make-out with abandon, without perhaps perchance getting a little illness from the lack of tongue-shunning.

But at least they both truly entertained me...