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Jessica cutler's sex diary
When Jessica Cutler, alias "Washingtonienne", put her dirty secrets on the Web, she didn't know it would one day rock the US Congress.
TUESDAY, MAY 18, 2004
I just took a long lunch with F and made a quick $400. When I returned to the office, I heard that my boss was asking about my whereabouts. Loser.
POSTED BY THE WASHINGTONIENNE AT 2:10 PM
RS called last night. He had a visitor flying in from NYC who was stuck in a holding pattern over DC for an hour. (Who flies from NY to DC anymore? Take the train! Or the $10 Chinatown bus.)
He was bored, so he picked me up and took me back to his house. His friend arrived around 11:30pm, and was exhausted from his hellish plan ride. So Rob and I went upstairs and got ready for bed.
Warning: the following passage is extremely corny. Get ready to vom.
So I get into bed and by then, it's midnight.
"What time is it?" RS asks.
"Midnight," I reply.
"Do you know what that means?"
"Uh...no."
"That means it's your birthday." And he pulls out this pink and green package, and I just know it's a new Lilly dress.
And it was. Then we fucked missionary. And he came. With a condom on.
Then he was like, "Who the hell comes missionary anymore?!"
Is that the quote of the day or what?
POSTED BY THE WASHINGTONIENNE AT 10:59 AM
MONDAY, MAY 17, 2004
Rec'd an e-mail from J today:
Hey there. Ughh, I broke up with my girlfriend last night. I hate that shit. There is nothing worse. Except when you work together!!! AH...what was I thinking?? Anyway, what's new with you??
I wrote back:
Ha. I knew this would happen.
So J is unattached. Too bad he lives in the middle of nowhere. Maybe he'll move out here. THAT would make my blog more interesting!
POSTED BY THE WASHINGTONIENNE AT 3:05 PM
A Syracuse girl makes good:
http://www.nypost.com/gossip/21055.htm
POSTED BY THE WASHINGTONIENNE AT 10:34 AM
First, I want to give a shout-out to my friend's blog, Clueless. It is much funnier than mine. I sent her an e-mail telling her this and she wrote back:
"You're crazy--my blog is so boring compared to yours. I'm like, ooooh, I made eye contact with someone today! Yours actually has action occurring on a daily basis. Trust me, it's very entertaining."
Not so today. I had a lovely weekend, but nothing awesome happened.
Like, on Friday, I ate a really good quesadilla and went to a movie. (So what?)
On Saturday, I went to Eastern Market with RS and we walked around holding hands. (Who cares?)
On Sunday, I did errands. (Bring a book!)
Oh, I forgot: I learned that RS has a twin! (Unf, nobody finds this as fascinating as I do.)
Getting involved in a new relationship really just means ruining your nightlife. I resolve not to let this happen to me: I got bored and restless in my last relationship, and look what happened. Call it Madame Bovary Syndrome. Going out and getting trashed at least three times a week is the only cure.
POSTED BY THE WASHINGTONIENNE AT 8:56 AM
