These flax flakes do not come with blueberries as advertised

I have my house to myself this weekend.

This can go in a few directions. But for your viewing pleasure I've limited it down to the three primary situations:

1. Crisco smeared sex fest.
   
   I could call up some guys and fuck my brains out. Irresponsible yet highly appealing... unfortunately I don't really know any hot local guys. I mean there's hunks of flesh I'd like to press up against my body and achieve orgasm with but... just not in that headspace lately.

   Likelyhood: Extremely Low

2. Sit alone eating cornchips and masturbating.
   
   I'm not affraid to admit that I could last a weekend with one or two bags for Tostitos, Nifty.org and a tub of Vaseline.

   Likelyhood: Moderate

3. Throw a little get together.
   
   I humoured the idea last night at Linda's birthday party of throwing a little ho-down chez moi. Break out some traktor action, mixed drinks and just generally yuppie it hanging out in the backyard chilling with some close friends Saturday night. I think this would be fun.

   Likelyhood: Moderate-High

Until then I will eat my flouncy Organic Flax Cereal and make phone calls trying to track down two 64mb 3.3v EDO SODIMMs locally.

Ta-da!

3°

Hey, anybody running Three Degrees? I wanna play.