I hate to believe that the only way to live in this gilded age is to be vicious towards everything. But this is what my mind keeps concluding, even though I keep swatting at it. Unfortunately vicious doesn't come naturally to me unless I'm in a fairly deep rage.
I wake up this morning thinking of
large cocks. Large, throbbing, ridiculously sized cocks. Normally I don't wake up thinking of this sort of thing, but today, this is what I get. And I find that really, truly, I don't have
that many stories that actually are all that hyperphallic, which I find somewhat bizarre.
Concerns go out to
momentrabbit, who really deserves more than the crap he's been getting lately.
Edit: Right, now that I'm a little more awake, I realize that FC is coming up. In "celebration" of FC, my intent is to stop posting on my blog or looking at others' for a couple of weeks. At the very least, it will be an attempt to stop the feelings like bile that rise from my throat around this time of year. I'm feeling like in general I need to overhaul my list of priorities for this blog and my life. Of course, I'm not good at keeping promises to myself, and I'm sure I'll be posting tomorrow.