It was chilly here this morning, but is fairly sunny and warmish now. Or at least, it seems so streaming through my windows...

Two more of my old coworkers have quit. I laugh in the general direction of my old company. Hahahahha!

JZ, I think you should go find a street party! It's all historic and shit!

Megan is a wu-uss!

Shit, Preakness it this weekend. I need to plan accordingly and do any in-town stuff tomorrow. (Pimlico is kinda between me and everything in town without resorting to the I-XXs.)

Honestly, I'm thinking more about toy boats that have a dinky wind up motor of some kind? So, they, y'know, vibrate a little. External use, basically. But it does seem less a fetish than the girl version of rope-climbing.

Where's my fog??!!?

I;'m sure it was there in one of the micro-climates.

I'm with Strega. Knowing that the fetish is mostly female helps clear things up.

_lso, I think my life's ultimate dream would be to meet a fabled toy boat fetishist

We need to make this dream come true.

What if the actual genesis of the fetish was an obsession with the meaning and existence of the fetish itself? It's like The Ring! You get exposed to it and eventually, you develop the disease!

_lso, I think my life's ultimate dream would be to meet a fabled toy boat fetishist

::adores Sophia::

Honestly, I'm thinking more about toy boats that have a dinky wind up motor of some kind? So, they, y'know, vibrate a little. External use, basically.

I shared this with The Boy, and he agrees wholeheartedly, and throws out his original theory. ("That makes MUCH more sense!")

I think my life's ultimate dream would be to meet a fabled toy boat fetishist

Be careful what you wish for....

And if the original ty boat fetishist turned out to be Pete Wentz, then my life, thus far, is complete.

And if the original ty boat fetishist turned out to be Pete Wentz, then my life, thus far, is complete.