good news, thanks. I haven't had a headache this bad in a very long time.

Well too scared, and -- I was also in the Freak-Ass Church, who frowned on unmarried men and women having conversations by themselves, even if the conversations were on Godly Topics, because it could lead to "a false sense of closeness and create unhealthy expectations." So they wouldn't have looked too kindly on the whole kink thing.

What if you assured them you weren't going there for the conversation?

My FAC went through phases on that stuff, mostly with respect to the unbaptized. As a friend of mine described it, you tell a bunch of teenagers that the only way they're ever having sex is to get baptized, it makes for a pretty effective retention strategy. (And a pretty effective cultivator of teenage pregnancies.)

Two somewhat disturbing things just happened. First, I just got woken up from a nap by someone shouting either "McCain/Palin - lock and load" or "McCain/Palin - rock and roll". I wish I'd been awake enough to hear for certain, and near enough to a door to shout back, "If you do get to rock Sarah Palin, the kid that will inevitably result will have an even lower IQ than you have." I wish people who wake me up for stupid things were required to leave a phone number or address so I could have the privilege of doing the same to them. Also, I wonder if the douchenozzle would have shouted something different if there had been any lights on in our house, to indicate someone was home.

Second, Harvey just hurked up a rather large amount of rubber band pieces. It appears to have been the remains of one of those long, skinny rubber bands. Dunno where he got it.

My underpants and my buttcrack are in love and wish never to be separated.

My underpants and my buttcrack are in love and wish never to be separated.

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Teppy, I love that you have the vanilla mixer, and I hope that it makes you giggle whenever you use it. Congratulations on your journey (ugh, sounds so "woo woo"), but it is a journey, and I'm sure that it took a lot of work to get there, to be comfortable and content, and to enjoy being who you are.

My underpants and my buttcrack are in love and wish never to be separated.

Sounds like Cupid just gave you a wedgie.

My underpants and my buttcrack are in love and wish never to be separated.

Sounds like Cupid just gave you a wedgie.

I was just thinking of a response and WindSparrow came up with one better than anything I was thinking. Now I have to get a towel to clean up the hot tea I spewed on my monitor.

Heh. I'm reading about Tep's journey from vanilla, and all I can think about is the time many years ago (...um, at least six, maybe seven?) when I was in town for one of my first work trips, and we went out, and stopped in at a lovely clothing store, and at Graeters...and at the porny book store, and at the gay (leather?) bar...

heh.

If her new KitchenAid mixer follows Teppy's path, it won't be vanilla forever.

I started having b.org dreams few nights ago, and they won't stop.

First was couple of days ago. I dreamed I was in Tel Aviv, I left all of the stuff that's on me in some locked apartment with weird people which I didn't like so much (who weren't any of you guys, for the record), and the people there were sleeping, so I went for a walk. On this walk, I helped people I knew from my past getting out from a pit/swallow-hole in the pavement (they kept falling in there, those stupids), and kept on walking, and suddenly I heard an explosion and ambulances and people panicking. It was a suicide bomber next to the Tel Aviv Central Bus Station (which really didn't look like it, I tell you that), and I was worried that I can't tell you guys I'm OK. I wasn't anywhere near a computer and I couldn't call Nilly to let you guys know I'm alright. I think I decided to keep on the walk, and that's when I woke up.

And I today the alarm went on while dreaming that I'm reading Laga's posts. You're in my thoughts AND dreams, sweetie!