I would hope they everyone masturbates. What better way to truly
know your body & explore how to fulfill yourself? Besides, those
who know their bodies well, make for better lovers. Now I know there
are some people, who believe masturbation is sinful, however, I
do not. I think it's perfectly natural and healthy. We are sexual
beings, why shouldn't we pleasure ourselves"
"In other news, tonight Girl At Work
and I wound up slightly inebriated sitting on a street curb, a steady
stream of water running underfoot toward the sewer drain, cars whizzing
by a few feet away, the nearly full moon above. We sat there for
a good 20 minutes that would make Beckett proud. How we got there
has to be the longest story ever. It's a good story, a funny story.
Perhaps some day when I have enough time to do it justice, I'll
write about today and our street curb. For now, I'm going to do
as Mr. Foster suggests. Slumber that is. Goodnight kids"
"I also had another dream about the
girl next door. This was the first one in a while. She was angry
at me for not talking to her anymore. I tried to explain to her
that I couldn't be her friend without hurting her. I wasn't strong
enough to control my jealousy, and I didn't want to come between
her and her boyfriend. Even in the dream I wanted to spend time
with her still. In real life of course, she still doesn't know.
It was just a dream. I'm not sure she even cares, or knows I went
away. She has her life, and I have mine. It gets sad like that sometimes.
People are a mystery."
"Lula Dog has been humping my legs
with gusto, usually when we're on the floor playing or on the couch
napping (and she attempted to hump my head while I was doing yoga
one morning). Carl is the uber-disciplinarian Alpha Male and she
doesn't do it to him. We couldn't decide whether she is doing it
to me as a sign of comfort and affection, much like a human infant's
pelvic thrusting, or if she is punking me."
"Je décide d'aller faire un
tour au Herndon Festival pour découvrir de quoi il retourne
exactement... Pas grand chose de très intéressant
à vrai dire, il ne s'agit ni plus ni moins que d'une foire
accolée à une petite fête foraine. Outre des
marchants vendant un nombre incalculable de conneries en tout genre,
j'ai été écoeuré par les stands de bouffe
et plus particulièrement par les effluves de graillon qu'ils
émettaient. En rentrant, je me suis rendu compte de mon impossibilité
de téléphoner en dehors de la zone locale (703-XXX-XXXX)."