Allcock

Figured I owed a little note today, as I didn’t do it yesterday, and I usually only take Saturday off.

I don’t have much to say, frankly. I have a date with a federal attorney. Don’t wait up. That’s about all I got. He and I have been talking all week. Can’t wait to meet him.

I hope it wasn’t someone hacking my phone and that he is real because he is a huge dork, and I like him.

Plus, I get to check DOJ off my list. I have a list of careers and degrees that I like to check the boxes on. I don’t think I’m missing a degree, that’s for damn skippy. I’m not missing any schools. Now, combinations? I have a few left, like Yale Law or Harvard Med, but I have my best friend {H}. Not that I slept with her, just that you get that much Harvard Med, there’s no need to bone one.

I still haven’t fucked an Elvis impersonator. Though I do have one in my phone named Joey Allcock. That was a purely professional contact from when I worked at the wedding chapel.

Why was Dave so obsessed with fucking me at the wedding chapel? He desperately begged me to fuck him there when I worked there. It was weird.

I have a good feeling about this. I’m not sure if that is a good thing, but I’m really looking forward to tonight. I hope it works out.