It's been a long day. My retail job kicked my ass today. Now that I'm home, I'm not in any mood for a fight for you. I don't want to hear it. I don't even want to talk. I'm over it. I just need some time to veg out and be alone. And if you won't leave it, it's fine. I'll just ignore you. I know why you're staying though. My tight khaki pants never do a good job of containing my big and juicy ass. My ass crack is constantly showing..especially when I sit down. I know it drives you crazy. But too bad, you can look, but you damn well can't touch.