Hump Day

Unfortunatley for me, Hump Day will entail nothing of the sort. I have come to the conclusion that this dry streak is officially affecting my mental health. I just walked by the kitchen and I am convinced that someone is cooking a steak in one of the toaster ovens. I mean honestly, who craves a delicious, juicy, medium rare porterhouse in the middle of the afternoon at work? Apparently I do and it would be pimp as hell if I whipped one up as a mid afternoon snack... hey you have to get your protein somewhere!

OK so next on the list for the GSSM is for me to make eyes at every cute guy I see, now that I've mastered seductive body lingo. Well if breaking the straps on a shirt while bending over is considered seductive, consider me Carmen Electra. This would be a decent suggestion, except that it has been so long since I've gotten any, whatsoever, my judgement has been severly, severly clouded. It's like wearing constant beer goggles and being stone cold sober. So if I'm goign to make eyes at every cute guy I see, that would require me essentially making eyes at every guy with an an appendage between his legs (and in this case, size won't matter). Now, with all due respect to the holy GSSM, my goal here is to find myself a guy, not to Slut myself out. Although now that I think about it, maybe I should Slut myself out a little. Clearly, acting like a decent respectable girl hasn't been working, maybe if I start giving out frequent flyer miles to bone city I'll have better luck.

Ok that's all for right now, I actually have to do work today.

In Sluttiness,
Anita Mann