In which the blogger gets personal on your ass about someone getting personal on his

Never, ever....EVER...underestimate the value of a quick, secret, and hot booty call from your boyfriend. The recouperative powers of such an encounter boggle the mind.

And it makes me feel naughty, which is very rarely a bad thing.

In which the blogger shares an IM conversation with his childhood friend, the girl next-door

Felix Bedingfield: Now you're trolling for interwebs sex instead of updating your blog!
Felix Bedingfield: Sex > blog
Gail T Kismet: Doesn't matter. I can't masturbate anyway.
Felix Bedingfield: Girl, you got a broom.
Gail T Kismet: Ew.
Gail T Kismet: ...and what's that going to do for clitoral stimulation, gay boy?
Felix Bedingfield: I don't listen to hip hop.