Glamour

Today's nursing humor. E-mail correspondence with prof:

Me: Blah, blah, scheduling crap. See you in class Friday. (Administering Enemas: YES!)

Prof: 'Tis better to give than to receive.

God my life is glam'rous and highly enviable.

Volunteer now for enema practice and I won't hit you up next week for catheter insertion.

In a section on personal space in one of my snoozariffic text books:

"Intimate distance is 0 to 18 inches, such as in intimate conversations and maximum sensory stimulation."

Maximum sensory stimulation. So that's what they're calling it these days. Interesting.

Hope that's a test question.

Get Your Sexy On

I may or may not have spent half the afternoon drinking too much tequila that didn't have to pay for and pretending to study. And the other half of the afternoon sleeping it off. Now am settling in to study. Under direct orders from Boyfriend to work the Big Brain. So much for vodka Tuesday. Beat up copper kettle on the stove. Waitin' for the whistle. Little hit of caffeine and will be good to go. A small fortune and my approximate weight in text books spread out on the floor. Listening to one last highly questionable song before switching to something soft and unimposing. (Side note: A line in this Justin Timberlake song "I'll let you whip me if I misbehave." JT really kinky like that or is it merely the lyrics? Just curious...) Song ending. Kettle whistling. Enthralling nursing blather calling my name. Gotta run.

Stroke 9

Don't you hate it when people post the lyrics to some lame song and call it a blog entry? Get over it. It's five am, I can't sleep, and this song is cracking me up.

You instantly awakened my imagination
Old fashioned infatuation
I can be anything that you want me to be
And you can have me in every position that you dreamed
I know you've got a wild streak
You're a freak
You're alone in your bed with graphic images in your head
Let me do what I want to do with you
Let me tie you down pick you up and
Flip you all around

Let me tell you how sexy you are
As I'm going down on you in the car
If feeling this good is a sin
Let's do it all over again.

Just when I thought this might get boring
Wake me up in the morning by pouring
Honey on my body and licking it off
You're taking me to concerts and you're taking off your top
I know you've got a wild streak
You're a freak
Then you're back in our room with the bride and the groom
This is it
This is great
This is what I always wanted

Where do we go from here?
That's the question of the year
I think you're fine
I think you're hot
This is what I always dreamed of
The one thing I forgot
Was to get to know you

Let me tell you how sexy you are as I'm going down on you in the car? That one musta taken some really deep thought to crank out. Jeezus.

Though if someone's offerin' I'm not complainin'