I'm thinking about buying a dildo (and other miscellaneous thoughts of the moment).
So.. I've been thinking about getting a dildo. To all you women readers - Tis true. I have yet to purchase what seems to come standard in every woman's not so obvious obvious drawer/hiding spot. And yes. I meant to type obvious twice. Other than that.. How is it that every time you just start enjoying your time alone, there is some sort of intrusion? I don't mean this last bit sexually, though I guess it can apply. I'm simply referring to the act of basic relaxation. Further.. why is it that some stereotypes have to be so god damn true. Fucking women. Walking in the door, spitting out what they've done during the course of the day - without ever being asked. I'm tired of taking out the garbage and I don't want to mow the lawn. I don't want to talk. I want to pack up my things and go somewhere, even if it's just across town. I'm filled with urges that are not being fulfilled and the tension is mounting. I get my first tattoo on Friday.