Publishing picture
• Publishing picture
I am still trying to figure this out. I honestly have no idea how to integrate a picture into the post so I tried using Blogspots "hello" program. I have no idea how it works and only succeeded in making an individual post of a picture... Oh well, hopefully I can remedy the situation over time.
• Jock straps and Valentines
Normally I ignore the abnormal funk of my apartment everytime I come home. Incense is lit and that ends the problem. My upstairs neighbor hasn't complained about the incense so I honestly don't know if it bothers her. Today, however, I realized that my apartment had better be squeaky clean by the time Becki gets here. Oddly enough I am the clean freak of the relationship, except it doesn't seem to extend to my own apartment. It never really has, I've only really been clean when someone else was there living with me. I was never held accountable to cleaning, it was something that I just did out of habit I suppose. It didn't help that I found a bag of potatoes COULD go bad and smell God-awful.
To end this on a high note, I was talking to one of my classmates before he went to his basketball game. He was saying something about how he had no clean boxers so I asked if he had to fall back to whitie-tighties? No, he turned to the side and revealed a band of elastic around his waist and the top of his crack. I have never worn a jock strap in my life and seeing one in this fashion has given me premature graying I'm sure. This piece of elastic wraps around your waist and underneath your legs, completely bypassing you buttocks, and finally covering your genitalia. It reminds me of assless chaps, the fact that he was wearing this all day didn't help the situation either.
And happy Valentines Day!
I am still trying to figure this out. I honestly have no idea how to integrate a picture into the post so I tried using Blogspots "hello" program. I have no idea how it works and only succeeded in making an individual post of a picture... Oh well, hopefully I can remedy the situation over time.
• Jock straps and Valentines
Normally I ignore the abnormal funk of my apartment everytime I come home. Incense is lit and that ends the problem. My upstairs neighbor hasn't complained about the incense so I honestly don't know if it bothers her. Today, however, I realized that my apartment had better be squeaky clean by the time Becki gets here. Oddly enough I am the clean freak of the relationship, except it doesn't seem to extend to my own apartment. It never really has, I've only really been clean when someone else was there living with me. I was never held accountable to cleaning, it was something that I just did out of habit I suppose. It didn't help that I found a bag of potatoes COULD go bad and smell God-awful.
To end this on a high note, I was talking to one of my classmates before he went to his basketball game. He was saying something about how he had no clean boxers so I asked if he had to fall back to whitie-tighties? No, he turned to the side and revealed a band of elastic around his waist and the top of his crack. I have never worn a jock strap in my life and seeing one in this fashion has given me premature graying I'm sure. This piece of elastic wraps around your waist and underneath your legs, completely bypassing you buttocks, and finally covering your genitalia. It reminds me of assless chaps, the fact that he was wearing this all day didn't help the situation either.
And happy Valentines Day!