So just as I am about to place my phone on the ledge behind my bed, close my laptop after bidding you all goodnight and close my eyes so that I can dream about a very naughty orgy involving me, Shemar Moore, John Barrowman, Scott Hoying of Pentatonix, Charlie David and Jesse Williams of Greys Anatomy (yes I added one) my phone starts to make the annoying Skype noise. I groaned and searched for my headset to answer. What?! Because I pretty much didnt care who was on the line, they were bothering me. Jerome: Well hello to you too. I have been told to call and remind you to take your medication. All of your medication. Me: Are. You. Serious? Jerome: Yes. Me: I already did! Jerome: All of it? Even the ones you said you dont need? Me: But I dont need them! Jerome: Obviously you do or the doctors wouldnt have prescribed it. Damn Vic, you are like my Boy sometimes. If you dont straighten up, Im gonna find somebody to come over there, put a collar and a leash on your ass and turn The Dom into The Sub. Me: Oohhh.... That sounds like a book title! Jerome: VIC! At which point I grabbed all of my night pills, even the bottles I pushed to the right of the counter and usually ignore and let him listen to me swallow. Which sounds really dirty. And on THAT note. I am going to bed. It is NOT fun to be threatened by your trainer/mentor. And hed totally do it too. So gnight you beautiful, amazing people.
Posted on: Wed, 09 Apr 2014 05:50:57 +0000
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