1.4.1997

Jennifer and I are supposed to go to a tit-bar in the city tonight. One of her coworkers at the coffee shop, a girl named Trish, is going to be dancing at a strip club from seven in the evening until two in the morning. She just got hired at the place and she wants as many friends as possible to come see her routine. It sounded like fun yesterday when Jennifer first mentioned it, but now I'm not feeling very well and I'd rather not go. Jennifer wanted to spend time cleaning house today so I volunteered to deal with the shower. Since I moved in with her I haven't cleaned it, and to my knowledge Jennifer has never bothered to cleanse her bathroom shower either. She's been living in this house for a couple of years, and the bathroom rainbox was a mangy mess.

Careful selection of cleaning products was essential in my opening attack upon the shower. I relentlessly went after the soap scum and black mold covering the tiles with Formula 409, and Ajax powder. In my scrubbing frenzy I used the Ajax liberally and I think I must have inhaled some of the powder by accident. I gassed myself. That's why I feel ill. My nose hurts, I have a bad headache, and I'm a little sick to my stomach. The shower looks damn good now though. Ironically, Jennifer hasn't done a damn thing around here today even though it was her idea to spend the afternoon housecleaning. She's back in bed sleeping. Lousy bum.

Got rid of the Christmas tree today, and I put away all of the lights. Boxed up all the ornaments too. They'll sit in the livingroom closet collecting dust for another year.

This morning was interesting. Jennifer made coffee and baked fresh cherry scones. We listened to some CDs on her laserdisc player and relaxed. While we were lounging on the couch I took her shirt off and playfully poured honey onto her nipples. I licked it all off of her tits, which drove her crazy. Then she jerked me off and I spewed my man-paste all over her chest and the pillow behind her head. She completely freaked out about the pillow when she saw the load spattered on it. I mean, she made such a big deal out of it that was so overdramatic and ridiculous that she threatened to throw the pillow in the garbage can. I laughed at her. All it needed was a ride in the washing machine and it would be good as new. Busting my nuts with her on the couch reminded me of an old Frank Zappa song Senor 23 has been playing alot lately. It's got a line in it saying, "Don't get no jizz up on the sofa". Truly, these are words of wisdom. I laughed even more when I thought about those lyrics and watched Jennifer's temper tantrum.

It was total porno action with Jennifer on the couch. This needs to happen more often. Yo.