Steak & Blowjob Day

Yesterday was Steak and Blowjob Day. You know: March 14th, the man's equivalent of Valentine's Day. It's much better than VD, though, because it's much more simple: you buy him a steak, and you give him a blowjob. Easy enough, especially since I do those 2 things all the time anyway.

Being the wonderful girlfriend that I am, and the caring hostess that I try to be, I made New York strips and my famous garlic rosemary potatoes for B and our new roommate, PsychoMagnet. They drooled while I was cooking and then they opened their hatches and tossed that food down. Sadly, though, B had to take his truck to go help a friend of ours move a bed after dinner, so PsychoMagnet and I watched a movie and I fell asleep on the couch. No blowjobs were to be had, but I don't feel so bad because B and I had dirty, filthy sex 2 nights ago and I'm sure we'll do it again tonight. (I'm taking the boys to Dollar Drink Night at one of our favorite bars downtown, which always leads to passionate humping.)

TheStripper's boyfriend/sugar daddy brought all of her stuff over yesterday. My goodness, his truck was crammed full of her shit. B and I were so excited about getting the nice microwave back, though. We were so sad when she took it to her boyfriend's house. The best part? She's out of town and has no idea that he kicked her to the curb. Nice. She gets home tonight and I just can't wait to clean the carpets after the shit hits the fan.

I think B's liking having PsychoMagnet back. They've got this unbelievable bond that is unique to guys in the military who were at the front lines of a war together. It's a really cool dynamic to watch and be around. Friends like that are so few and far between, and I've got 2 extremely hot ones in my house. How lucky am I?!