I’m so lazy. Wait. I didn’t have my coffee today. That makes sense. Ok. I’ll make some….
It’s after six now but fuck it. I need and want some.
It is good. My coffee is prime deliciousness. I store my beans in an airtight container, grind them fresh, use filtered water, and add just the right amount of sugar and cream. So yummy.
I do online dating. For some reason, I was contacted by many women this week. Usually I get one hit or so a week. I noticed Match.com changed the look of their website a while ago, and introduced some new features. And apparently, I am benefiting greatly from it, because I have 4 or 5 replies to send this week. But I haven’t done anything because, again, I’m so lazy.
All I feel like doing is having coffee/tea/wine and watching horror movies on my new sofa. Maybe that’s what I’ll change my profile to:
***** is a 29 year old male. He’s in shape. Pretty good looking.
He has a good job, makes a decent salary as a scientist, although he’s not very passionate about it.
He’s kind of spacey, meaning he likes his space, so don’t get too clingy. Except when he’s horny or wants to cuddle and watch a movie. Right now he’s on a horror genre kick. If you’re interested send him a wink. He probably won’t reply though because he’s lazy.
Hey, there could be a girl out there that’s spacey and likes horror movies, too. Those kinds of girls are extra horny. Yeah, I’m a statistics machine. I make ’em up and they’re suddenly fact.RYC: You know what tops it off? Mystery, the Pick Up Artist, is Canadian. Makes me want to hide my face in public with shame.
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