While my current concerns aren't focused specifically on my crotch, this morning I'm getting a battery of tests. Mostly blood tests, but I'll add that a needle won't be the only thing inserted in me and leave it at that. I just haven't felt right lately and so I'm doing a few things to see if I can blanket out the smoldering concern. I mean, I ran 10 miles on Sunday at 7:20 pace (the specifics are for Andrew), so how bad off can I be? I probably wouldn't share this at all, except I've fasted for 12 hours for the blood work and since that's like 5 or 6 skipped meals for me, I'm loopy. And having delusions. And harboring illusions. OK, that last one is totally my default mode.Later, I'm heading down to watch the boys play tennis in Cincy. Nadal, Federer, and Roddick are all on the slate today. Did you hear that? It was the distinct sharp gay inhale of excitement from all the tennis queers out there. Envy me, bitches.
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Oh sweetie, please let me know how things go, and I hope you get to feeling better soonest.
Feel better soon.
And I'm glad you didn't come down with a case of firecrotch. Although you might after watching those boys play tennis.
Hope everything is A-okay. Enjoy the day; maybe some get-away fun mid-week is just what the doctor ordered.
Hope your tests go ok...and say hello to Roger for me! Yummmmmmy.
And speaking of flamer in my lap ...
Oh ... my ... Brad, you should have seen the guy I was sitting next too on the train into work this morning Mikey. Now there is plenty of mid-20's construction guy eye-candy that I often spot around the city, but this guy took the cake, added some tiers, better icing, and a side order of desert tray. Mother-of-Brad ('hello Mrs Pitt if your reading' - *always pays to keep in good with the future in-laws*) this guy was hot!!
Think Abercrombie model, but (and what a butt, I well and truly checked it out when he got off. I think I got off too, and without leaving the train, but I digress ...) crossed with a gym bunny. Oh yeah. Tanned, leading-man style chisseled features. Unbelievably broad shoulders, powerful arms, slim waist. Powerful legs, thighs like tree trunks. A glimpse of a tattoo on one arm dissapearing up his sleeve. Piercing steel blue eyes. Short black hair. The slighest hint of stubbled shadow on his face.
My crotch was well and truly flaming. And I had a hard-drive issue that seriously needed downloading.
*Sigh*
It was enough to make me think I've gotten into the wrong line of business. Maybe I should have been a construction worker. All that sweating and straining. And banging, right? I am sure there is some type of banging involved.
Now, if I can just find myself a cowboy, cop, indian, soldier and a biker, I can have me a complete set ...
Likewise, I hope the tests are A-OK. Re: any and all insertions, just breathe through the (initial) pain. Think of them as challenges.
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