It’s been a productive day, despite failing to fall asleep before 4am last night/this morning. Woke up naked around 12pm with a job to do. Threw on some blue extra low rise bikini Victoria’s Secret panties & a small, soft, dark grey A/X tshirt, no bra. My favorite internet hustler is over, & we’re working on finishing up the latest product he’s about to launch. I’ve done the graphics & have started the tedious process of editing his eBook. I still have about 50 pages to go, & I know it’s gonna take me hours, & that I won’t stop until it’s done.

Next thing I know, it’s almost 8pm, I’ve half-watched 2.75 movies on Comedy Central, finished editing homie’s eBook & I’m getting hungry. I have no intention of cooking tonight so I shuffle through the pile of delivery joint brochures on the counter until I find the one for the good Chinese place that always tries to hassle me about paying by credit card. Yes, I’m the fucking cardholder. Yes, I’ll show the card & my ID to the delivery guy. (This is a lie; the delivery guys never, ever ask to see my ID. Their secret is safe with me.) I want chopsticks. I repeat this at some point during the phone call at least twice & am told “I know, I wrote it down.” This gives us room to be pissed later if/when they don’t give us chopsticks. By the way, where I’m from you can get big packs of chopsticks at pretty much any store. Not Vegas. So I can almost kind of see why they value their chopsticks so highly & don’t cast them before swine. The guy on the phone sounds happy to be talking to me, which is cool because I was mildly dreading dealing with the usual lady that hassles me every time with the same shit about paying by credit card.

I hang up laughing, feeling good that food is on the way & I don’t have to cook, and somewhat chang (I’m part Chinese too so it’s ok) about spending like $26 (with tip) on one meal for two people. I drink some water, chill out for a little while, interested in the movie that’s on, & then remember that I’ll have to answer the door soon, so I put on some short ripped denim shorts. Soon, there’s a knock at the door.