I am apparently amusing as fuck when I'm half asleep. This morning, I apparently asked for peanut butter cups and a very
very specific sex act. I laughed when I got told about it later (after actually fully waking up), because I honestly do not remember asking for either. I was apparently very clear about what I wanted. Sadly, no peanut butter cups were to be had. Yes, I will be buying some on the way home tonight. Apparently I wanted them badly enough to request them.
Which should one be more afraid of? Paparazzi, a snarling doberman, or a car crash? Sadly, I'm about 80% sure that I'd be most scared of paparazzi. At least if I was a normal human being. As it is, if they fuck with me, I get a little pushy and a lot angry. Especially since they aren't so much trying to fuck with me as they are the very recent Mrs. Davies. I tend to get a little overprotective of clients anyway, but being that Jayme is my first client around here AND that she's kind of thrust into the limelight by being married to Scott... well, let's just say I tend to snap at them frequently. I'm getting a reputation as a mean
girl guy.
