I wasn't sure what was going on with me on Sunday. I had stubbed my toe, banged my thumb, and I hit my head on my fridge! I thought my balance was off or something.

But then I read this in my horoscope now:

(Avoid gossip, careless driving and unsafe machinery Sunday p.m.)

I think it just meant for me to be careful.

I am so tired! I want to get back to my early bedtimes. UnPorsche woke me up not too long after I fell asleep. Booo!

I've been playing phone tag with an ex of mine. He called me while I was in Vegas. I figured he didn't ever want to talk to me again because I didn't go to his birthday shindig *eyes roll* I am a little suspicious of him calling...WTF does he want? Against my better judgement, I called him back. And then called me back twice, but I didn't feel like answering the phone at the time.

I have an email from Cute Butt Boy, but I can't open it yet. The subject says to wait 'til I'm alone. The email has photos of him attached. They'd better not be nudie pics. That is all I have to say about that!

Edit: Well, I checked out the photo.  Why is my gut so damned *right* all the time? I am not pleased. He should know how I feel about receiving photos of penises because I told him about Mr. Penis Photo *mad* My reaction is also telling me I am looking for a way out because his hypothetical question freaked me out.

The last time I got freaked out was when Dr. T told me he was in love with me. And the time prior to that was a hypothetical "what if I was in love with you" from that Quebec dude. I am *so* Sagittarian that way.