The snow is pretty

Cause yeah, it's snowing. WTF? The robot liberator texted me that it sucked. I don't know that it sucks, because it's dark and it's snowing so it's kind of romantic. A perfect evening to rent a movie, curl up with a glass of zinfandel, maybe wear those french cut panties for later on.
Right. Who am I kidding: it sucks. Sitting here, with a glass of wine and a Cadbury Thins, listening to Bowie's "Young Americans". Fucking A. I'm not even wearing underwear. I do what I want. Look at me go.
Here's the closest I've come to "being intimate" in the last month (possibly six weeks, but who's counting?):
-my boss's husband kissed me
-a coworker brushed his leg against mine in the elevator... twice
-I hugged another coworker twice, and I'm sure the second time was against his will
-I got a high five from a fellow runner yesterday
Alright. I'm done.
Maybe tomorrow will be the day.
I'll live to shave my legs another day.
God I hate shaving my legs.