Preppy is the New Hipster

So I just got back from the Victoria (sex health) Clinic. After a recent rash of sleeping around-actually it should be called a rash of making out; there is less actual sex taking place than sleeping around implies-I felt after like 3 or4 years or whatever it might be nice to get a std screening. Tweaks just got this done, and she has good ideas sometimes, so i thought i might get it done since its free too. I went all out. got the HIV test too. I dont actually think i have HIV, but hey you never know british people are dirty.
I had to wait in a smelly weighting room for like an hour with lots of stressed-out looking people. i was relieved that i didnt actually have to drop my shorts for the test, just blood and pee. which means if i have hpv i'm still in the dark, but hey baby steps.
i have got a shit load of work hanging over my head so i think ill get to it, though all i really want to do is play squash, but the courts are on the other side of town. I may go tomorrow. Besides im trying to woo(what is the spelling?) this hot ex-co-worker of mine, who is shortish and muscular looking that is eager to get on the courts with me. well he was when i left in June. who knows i suppose i'll write him an email today to try to set a date, which will motivate me to get my fat ass in shape. My jeans are still tight, it makes me want to cry.
alright this isnt a fun or clever post, but i'm getting back into it, so give me a break.