"There was a living room, which the family called the front room, and the bedroom, where all the living was done." 
--Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

oy. cute people. oh me oh my what a lot of them go by ( Read more... )

man, it is like, way, way past my bedtime. musta been the irish coffees this afternoon,whoops. but i do love dao (cao? chao?) and pool, and when it strikes my fancy, i love irish coffee as well.
yesterday whilst hanging w/
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to get off...
work.
i bought a buttplug.
i fell in lust with the person who sold it to me.
we flirted.
but it's her job, right?

is surely not my... thing. i mean, my life thing. i mean, that's obvious, it's not as though i'm intending to do this forever, but i'm feeling itchy. in more ways than career goals and non-existence of said goals and the restlessness that goes along with that, but things. things like dealing with childhood sexual abuse and what that even means, and ( Read more... )

but i feel bad, cause i have no time online, so i'm not checking my friends page much these days. hence, if that is our only method of communication, call me ( Read more... )

it seems that every website has a blogging option these days. where shall i blog ( Read more... )

i haven't been on here on ages and now it's my lunch hour and i just don't feel like going into everything. so i'll just say the things i feel like saying, which are that i'm bleeding and moody and everything will be fine, but i sure would like to hole up and snuggle for about a week ( Read more... )

Clovis likes to wake me up around 8:30 or thereabouts. I played with him a bit this morning, then kicked him out and went back to sleep. I had an interesting dream that ended in a sex dream between myself and an art teacher. it was muy hot. oh, forbidden love... by which i mean, forbidden sex... i don't really seek love right now, so much. i ( Read more... )

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