I went to see the Coopers today. Sigh. I'm in love. Okay, I'm 95% sure I'm going to order one. And I'd pick the Cooper S, which is the one that wouldn't be ready until December 2002 or January of 2003. The S drives like a dream. Big, noticeable difference.

And there was a guy there picking up a Cooper in Badsnake green. But I'm thinking about getting Bloody Badsnake red instead. The green might delay the car even longer.

And remember that thing I said about stalking?

That's all I be able to do for quite a while.

DATE REPORT

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I don't know if you'd actually call it a date, but it's close enough that Deb and Jake aren't going to want to read it.

I got home from work yesterday and I was flipping through my mom's Australian itinerary. Sara came in, walked up, and started to kiss me. I was expecting a little hello peck, but she was not delivering a little hello peck. She brought more, and it took me about a nanosecond to respond.

Seems she'd been pursuing dirty, slutty, naughty girl type Internet stuff for a good deal of the afternoon and was in a mood. So we went upstairs for a little while before Jake got home to see if I could take some of the edge off.

We tried out the bedroll on top of the futon, but throwing her on it on her back instead of her front. Oh, my. That's a really good position. The height is just right for standing up fucking.

Then, after we were finished, I sat and wrote a custom erotic bedtime story for somebody special whose pants I'm trying to get into. Hee.