Last night I dreamt about a new kink. At least I think it was new.
The Boy and I had the following conversation last night (we weren't doing anything prurient at the time):
Me: My feet are cold; maybe, since I just took off my boots, my socks are slightly sweaty and therefore damp.
The Boy: Uh-huh.
Me: I'll take off my socks! Because if they're damp, they would be getting cold in the ambient temperature.
The Boy: Uh-huh.
Me:
t takes off socks, checks to see if they're damp
Me:
t sniffs own socks, repeatedly
Me: Surely there's someone out there whose fetish is smelling his or her OWN socks!
The Boy: ....
Me: Well, there MUST be!
The Boy: Is it YOU?!?
(No, it isn't.)
Is it YOU?!?
I swear I have never looked upon a coin with lust in my heart
I'm suddenly flashing on Kevin Kline in A FISH CALLED WANDA smelling his own armpits.
The practice was called vending. Coins were involved.
this seems very realistic.
The practice was called vending. Coins were involved.
reminds me of the bad Visa "everywhere you want to be" spoof commercial. Lets just say it was set in a strip joint, and leave it at that.
The practice was called vending. Coins were involved.
I think that's a stage show in Bangkok (and was there ever a city with a more inadvertantly perfect yet unfortunate name).
I have looked upon a coin with lust. Just not that kind of lust.
Why do I have a spectacular dark purple bruise on my arm, when I don't remember hitting it?
Why are these projects never going to be finished?
Why was I born?
So I am the middle of writing the S1 final exam for my 9th grade class. I always try to put some image relevant to one of the texts we've read on the title page, so I'd grabbed a picture of an ancient vase depicting part of the Medea story.
I just realized that I've put a picture of a woman running a sword through a child on the front of the first exam these students have ever taken.
Oops.
I didn't intend the symbolism, but...um.
I find the irony so terribly amusing that I am tempted to leave it there.
