The things we do for love.

 Or sex.

 Dragged last night to the movies by my erstwhile gal pal Liz, who is in search of "more meaning" from our relationship. Like we couldn't have "meaning" at our usual hangouts. Or at home.

 Ah, just kidding. It was sort of cool to break outta the rut, even if I did have a flask of rum with me, just for kicks. Haven't been to the movies in a while, and fuck, it is ALWAYS cool to watch the slinky 20-something broads snaking around in those half-cut shirts and general hooker attire. Got smacked in the arm by Liz once or twice for looking, but fuck man, that goes with the show, don't it?

 Anyway, saw a creepy flick, ate some shitty popcorn and  then managed to convince her to stop by for a late pop at a place. It was quiet and sort of okay. Went home and got, for once, a mostly-mutual-sober blowjob before we nodded off to sleep.

 Liz....