and when i suck you off not a drop will go to waste

Well, this weekend was quite eventful. My sis’s grad dinner was on Friday. Got to dress up all nice. Afterwards I had the early morning accompaniment of Tracy, and further entertainment with some drunken pub bums. In the intoxicated serenading words of Jon, "Stephan makes me want to suck." lol. The supreme swooner.
How many superheros do you know wear glasses?

Saturday was devoted to my Ukrainian dancing concert. Preparation was needed. We performed our lame-ass Bolko, and of course our Gypsy and we dance The Hopak. As our instructor gathered us prior to going on stage to do our gypsy dance. His words of encouragement were spoken to us like a true connoisseur. “As I’ve said in practices and other performances, I want you to give it your all. I want to see some hotage. Lots of hotage! Not so much facialization this time, as we have to keep in mind the Babas and Gigis watching. Show some skin. I want real deal sex appeal. Flirt. Girls, maybe make-out a little. Show them what you got. Real deal sex appeal.” The music began and, like a stripper working it for a 100 dollar bill, we awed the crowd.
You guys missed out.

Sunday, Mothers Day. Managed to buy some last minute flowers. Enjoyed a late lunch with my family and gave out some gifts. Then I headed er back to Winnipeg, where I did homework.
The smell of blossoms in the damp evening air is almost orgasmic. Accurately, I had previously determined the lilacs to be in full bloom early this week. In their scent I’m in heaven.
Well, I have a big exam tomorrow, so I better get on that shit. Happy birthday Mr. Reznor, happy birthday to ah-you.