Kaylee ,'Serenity'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Men don't like blow jobs anymore?! What's the world coming to?
Here's the really worthwile premise for a Jezebel article: Man asks ten friends if they'd prefer to give or receive oral. Eight of his friends say they prefer to give. Cue Jez running headline announcing death of fellatio.
No, I don't know why I still read it. Oh, wait--rubbernecking and liking to complain here.
Omnis, I hope you haven't starved and/or been axe murdered.
Venting: I got a new ATM card, and even though I swear I've used the PIN they sent, it's now not working, as an ATM, debit, or credit card. No phone customer service on the weekend, no way to figure out the right pin online, and I have no cash. Pulled out a backup credit card - it expired on 3/31. So I had to leave my refilled kitty litter at Petco, and now I'm trying to figure out what to do - I guess I can write a check if they still take those, or activate my new credit card. I'm just annoyed with myself (I'm sure I messed something up), and the bank, and having to drive 15 minutes back down Tchoup to Petco and then 15 back again. Grr.
In better news, I had a lovely brunch with friends that may have given me a few more job leads, so that's good.
My house, in 8 bit, thanks to Google Maps 8 Bit street view: [link]
Argh--that happened to me a lot when I was in college...the machines ate my cards, Smonster.
Smonster, that is annoying. I hope you can straighten it out tomorrow.
Waiting patiently to find out if omnis ever left his room.
The off brand fabric softener I bought to finish up the wallpaper is not as unscented as it claims to be. Bad Big Y. No cookie.
Our house is officially wallpaper free!
sj - woo hoo!
Thanks, sumi.
I was doing well with not being in pain despite the physical activity, and now it's raining and I'm sore and exhausted. We're back at the apartment now.
I'm alive. I last checked at 9:30. Light still on. I watched the latest Merlin, which ended about 10:15. Checked again, and light was off. Went out and chatted. Next thing I know, it's 1pm. I suggested we get brunch. Had a nice meal, talking a whole bunch. Got back about 5, when she headed back to Santa Maria. I thought about doing some outdoor errands, given how nice it was. Instead opted to open windows and air out the apartment, and fell asleep in my recliner.
There were no thank you blow jobs. She has a bf. So, didn't ask, and she didn't offer. And for the record, yes, giving is just as fun as getting.
The reason for the privacy, is she was sleeping on the couch. Kitchen is on the other side of the living room. Given we met a few days ago, I thought it polite to give her space, so she didn't think I was some creepy guy trying to spy on her or something. Shame she has a bf. Cute!!! And given our conversations, our heads share a lot of same space. Oh well.
I'm glad you're alive and well, omnis. I'm sorry she has a bf.