A friend sarcastically told me that I should have a blog yesterday because I have a lot to say. I laughed at him, and yet find myself the proud mother of a shiny new blog. It still has that new blog smell and everything. I'm not sure what the purpose of this blog is, or will be. I find it most likely, since I am completely ignorant of politics and current events, and have very few remarkable interests, that it will mostly consist of hapless ramblings pertaining to my unimpressive existence. For instance.
I made the stupidest bet a person can make today. After a brief bit of unsuccessful sex, which is really never a good way to preface a bet in which there will be any kind of monetary wager, my significant other began harassing me about my supposedly unquenchable libido. Given that it was actually the second time in 3 hours we had copulated I was really in no position to defend my delicacy, so instead I proudly boasted that I could outlast him any day.
Famous last words.
He immediately called my bluff, proposing a running weekly wager of ten dollars to be payed out by the person that is the first to crack.
Why, dear God, did my scrambling imagination find it in anyway a good or constructive idea to bet money on the dormancy of my overactive sex drive, and why would anyone with as excellent a record in monogamy as I have place themselves in a position where they are unable to procure nooky from the acceptable nooky source?
I am a tragic fool.
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