It's chilly in Cleveland, but sunny. We're off to shower and toss the gear bag into the car.

Here's hoping O sleeps the whole way up.

Happy birthday Princess Tickybox(Which I may think of her as forevah.) With Tep on the kink evolution thing...although I think I found some new ones hanging out here. Although I know my progress is so slow for some.(looks meaningfully at Hec.) You don't just want me to move, you want me run out of town! And there was something else... not the smartest day I ever had. Oh! Writing about penises...still not easy for me.(it's been a while that I've had to work from memory) I forget what I called it...nothing fancy like "man-root" though.

Two of my co-workers are Congolese. I asked, because I couldn't remember, if that's where Kisengani was. He said "Yes! How do you know of Kisengani?" I was ashamed tha it was from "ER".

He laughed.

Welcome to the world, Princess Tickybox Lillian! And much love and congratulations to Plei and Paul!

Woo-hoo to Owen! I've been thinking about doing this with Sara, but I'm wondering if it's too late now.

Only skimmed, and then skimmed some more, due to looking deadline...

Don't be embarrassed...much of my geography comes from TV or "I think there's a Buffista there."

Although I know my progress is so slow for some.

Take your time. No use rushing your perversity.

Oh! Writing about penises...still not easy for me.

You need to spend more time with them. They're usually quite docile. I wonder if Ple bookmarked the whole erection/"what does it feel like for guys" discussion back on WX. CaBil and I volunteered all kinds of insider information.

We need a Buffista in Kisengani. I love saying it. It's such a pretty name. Kisengani, Kisengani, Kisengani.

Why? Why does it seem like all the drivers, pedestrians and cyclists in this town deserve to be beaten around the face and head until they bleed from the eyes? Why do they all seem congenitally incapable of not cutting everyone else off at every opportunity? Why?

Ahem.

Anyway, in a pornier vein (food-division) I had an awsome spicy Thai steak salad for lunch: noodles, grilled filet, avacado, mint leaves, mango, peanuts, tomatoes, carrots, a little cabbage and a sweet/spicy Thai dressing. It wasn't cheap (because Houston's is generally mid-range to pricey), but, oh my, it was plentiful and tasty.

Why? Why does it seem like all the drivers, pedestrians and cyclists in this town deserve to be beaten around the face and head until they bleed from the eyes? Why do they all seem congenitally incapable of not cutting everyone else off at every opportunity? Why?

Ok, now Portland is sounding like Los Angeles.

Also, Ticky Box!