One of my girlfriends (who wants me to refer to her as “Fantasia” here on my blog) and I have the best texts with each other. I want to introduce y’all to Fantasia with this particular one. Background: I was scheduled for a repeat mammogram the next day. This is how we show that we care.
Fantasia: Just thinking about you. Love you and all your strength!
Me: When you think of me, am I naked? Love you and right back at you.
Fantasia: Does only a gimp mask and spiked high heels count as naked?
Me: It’s your fantasy, so yes. But in mine, you’re wearing a Lucha Libre mask and a strap-on.
Fantasia: That’s what I’m wearing in mine, too!
Me: I never completely understood the lyrics to REO Speedwagon’s “I Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore” until right this moment.
Fantasia: Run away with me…
I have awesome friends.
Y’all have a great Monday (as great as Monday can get, anyway) and please share my blog with your friends if I’ve made you laugh even once in the last month. Okay, fine. Please share my blog with your friends if I’ve made you faintly smile in the last month. Oh, fuck. Never mind.