I went to the store (crazy place) to buy more tissue and ended up with $100 worth of groceries. Shopping when sick, kinda hungry but nothing sounds good so let's buy everything, is not a good idea.
K-Bug is back in California. It was a good visit but I miss her already.
sonofabish, just dropped my netbook on my foot. Ouch! And already bruised and swollen.
I'm watching an episode of The Waltons where the mother and the two youngest kids get lost in the woods, and they just keep walking around. At one point, they realize that they're walking in circles, because they pass the same place twice, but the mother keeps insisting that what they need to do is just keep walking. Isn't that what you're not supposed to do when you're lost in the woods? I was always told that, if you're lost in the woods, you stay still, because if you just choose a direction randomly, you'll more than likely choose the wrong one and end up even further from where you're supposed to be.
I understand that most things have someone who's into them, and this being the internet, there's at least one devoted tumblr. But interracial cuckolding is not something I'd ever given thought to. And specifically well-built black men coming in and fucking your white wife with your (white) knowledge. It's a
thing.
People are weird.
Oh, no, I lost one of my earrings.
I am really sorry how not surprised I am at that. Ugh.
I'm just so pleased with myself, I have to share here too: 90 laps (2.5 miles) in 85.5 minutes!
Then I went out and bought $60 in plants, which will get planted tomorrow, hopefully. Including a deep, almost black, plum colored salvia. I love salvia, it's so weird.
One coat of primer on the door, will do one blue coat in a bit.
Cats are loving having the door open, they get to wander out on the deck at will.
Cats are loving having the door open, they get to wander out on the deck at will.
Heh. I had the door open today and the dog is so flummoxed. She kept going out for like 30 seconds at a time and then coming back in to regroup. (This dog does not deal well with change.)
I am really sorry how not surprised I am at that. Ugh.
It makes such perfect and depressing sociological sense, doesn't it?
I remember seeing something a few years ago about someone who'd done a photo exhibit of photos he took around the country of parties where middle-aged white swingers would hire young black men to have sex with the women.