A few times over the last 24-hours I had several things I probably should have jotted down to put into a new journal entry. But I never did. So if this one's leaning more toward Lame than Cruelly Fabulous, my sincere apologies.
Considering that my summer classes are finished and I'm still waist-deep in the whole being a jobless asshole thing, I gently remind all of those who ask "What did you do today?" to just accept the answer "Nothing" when it is given, and not to probe any further. Because, frankly, some of us tend to not have actual lives and we dislike having to be reminded of just how hugely lazy we can be.
This morning I was headed down into my basement when I walked into a spider-web. It probably goes without saying that it would have been wholly unpleasant if I dropped a load in my pants right there, but as if basements in general aren't horrific enough (yes, I am afraid of the dark, and cellar scenes in movies almost always successfully freak me out something hardcore) I have to tread right into living proof that my fears of all things insectile do in fact, reside in my house.
I woke up today feeling like I'd had my euphemistic world rocked in about eighteen different ways (or 98493483 ways, if you're Kestrel). Which is pleasantly surprisingand somewhat jarringbecause I sleep alone and don't own any dildos or vibrators or anything. I have a feeling it had something to do with the last conversation I'd had before going to sleep, and learning the size of a particular soul's particular member. (And I'm totally blushing here.)
My creativity is lacking, so just leave me comments and say whatever it is you want. I prefer explicitness and the downright filthy. Thanks in advance.
Considering that my summer classes are finished and I'm still waist-deep in the whole being a jobless asshole thing, I gently remind all of those who ask "What did you do today?" to just accept the answer "Nothing" when it is given, and not to probe any further. Because, frankly, some of us tend to not have actual lives and we dislike having to be reminded of just how hugely lazy we can be.
This morning I was headed down into my basement when I walked into a spider-web. It probably goes without saying that it would have been wholly unpleasant if I dropped a load in my pants right there, but as if basements in general aren't horrific enough (yes, I am afraid of the dark, and cellar scenes in movies almost always successfully freak me out something hardcore) I have to tread right into living proof that my fears of all things insectile do in fact, reside in my house.
I woke up today feeling like I'd had my euphemistic world rocked in about eighteen different ways (or 98493483 ways, if you're Kestrel). Which is pleasantly surprisingand somewhat jarringbecause I sleep alone and don't own any dildos or vibrators or anything. I have a feeling it had something to do with the last conversation I'd had before going to sleep, and learning the size of a particular soul's particular member. (And I'm totally blushing here.)
My creativity is lacking, so just leave me comments and say whatever it is you want. I prefer explicitness and the downright filthy. Thanks in advance.
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