last night, upon drinking heavily for several hours. i busted in on my boyfriend in the shower (he was not drinking heavily. or, at all). with my digital camera. for some reason. i thought that this was terribly hilarious. and kept squealing: let me get a peekchure of your junk. over. and. over. again. (i wish i were kidding.) (he was not compliant). (or, i think, at all amused). on the flash card, hung over this morning, i see that there are more blurry shots of the shower door. and hinges. and my fingers. than there are butt cheeks.

file this under: seriously, now . . . what?, and, aren't you glad i'm not your super-lush emotional wreck dissertating girlfriend?