Now I can take visiting Kink.com off my bucket list. And my clothes didn't fall off once.

I need to buy this cartoon but where am I going to put 6 feet worth of cartoon in my tiny hovel? I'm also too tired to walk up hill to yoga. Paying for the cable car is for tourists.

Damn my first world problems!

I totally forgot about what happens when I drink and dance. Please make everything stop spinning.

In this week's fencing lesson, I learned to fleche, which is running at someone full speed while hitting them. I think my coach thought I was kidding when I said I don't run, but I don't. I walk briskly. I generally don't run for buses, especially with Muni's track record of running people down. I don't jog. I think there's something wrong with ( Read more... )

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I'm drunk, hipsters are making loud noises outside my door, and I'm watching Jessica Tandy on Alfred Hitchcock Presents, so it feels like the right time to post ( Read more... )

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I had Mike take a photo of my fencing bruises (from two weeks ago!), because this is what I do at work. I must be getting better; I got hit everywhere but the upper arm last time. I also made more touches. I enjoy occasionally running at top speed at my opponent to freak them out.


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I have just switched weapons and am now fencing epee. What this means to you, non-fencing reader, is that I no longer have to deal with mind-bending rules. I just have to hit first and anywhere on the body, including the foot. This is good because in foil I had a tendency to hit my opponents in their crotch ( Read more... )