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two very sexy girls just stopped by from down the hall to borrow a cup of flour. i immediatley thanked the powers of fate for two things:

1) that i have a 10 pound bag of flour under the sink

and

2) that they did not stop by an hour earlier while i was in the middle of a marathon-length masturbation session.

(then again, maybe they did and i just did not hear them knock.) as they left, i swear i heard one of them say, "next time, let's ask for nutmeg."

i just wish they had some extra of whatever they're making, because i'm starving. i can't believe i did not have the forethought to mention that i was hungry, it surely would have resulted in food, and another meeting. oh well, i'll still feel like a stud until i realize that they're not coming back tonight....

okay, situation realized.

i wish i had some nutmeg.

damn, i'm pathetic.

UPDATE: operation "borrow salsa" is a success, and has led to operation "come by if you ever need anything else."

all i know about this girl is that she goes to college, does not posses flour, and likes the murder city devils, but when it comes to 5'6" girls with short black hair, big boobs, and little round bellies, i could fall in love quite easily.

UPDATE #2: The next day, after she used me as a change machine, and I borrowed some asprin from her, I've decided that she's not that exciting, too young, and possibly not single.