*twists lips while thinking*
Today has been a strange day...*nods* Definetly strange.
Don't get me wrong...its been good. Just...weird as all.
I've been asked strange questions...gave equally strange answers...and just have been really out of it all day.
Sans, the Karaoke stuff...which was a blast. Thanks again to everyone that participated...we should do it every week. *smiles*
I've had some...interesting thoughts about men today...probably completely unfair...but, in my mind, I've been pretty mean to them. Wishing awful things and just being an all around bitch.
Which I am not...but, today...has been, challenging. *laughs* That's a good description. So..in an effort to stay true to myself, I'm going to play one more song and really call it a night.
It is where my mind has been all day...toward the third legged species of the human race and...those feelings must be purged.
*laughs* Its not a mean song...just...*not finding the words* nevermind *laugh*
*clicks on stereo, cueing up song* *lets it play as I head into bed*
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.
[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over]
This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.
[background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" for
a while, then out]
Tara
Don't get me wrong...its been good. Just...weird as all.
I've been asked strange questions...gave equally strange answers...and just have been really out of it all day.
Sans, the Karaoke stuff...which was a blast. Thanks again to everyone that participated...we should do it every week. *smiles*
I've had some...interesting thoughts about men today...probably completely unfair...but, in my mind, I've been pretty mean to them. Wishing awful things and just being an all around bitch.
Which I am not...but, today...has been, challenging. *laughs* That's a good description. So..in an effort to stay true to myself, I'm going to play one more song and really call it a night.
It is where my mind has been all day...toward the third legged species of the human race and...those feelings must be purged.
*laughs* Its not a mean song...just...*not finding the words* nevermind *laugh*
*clicks on stereo, cueing up song* *lets it play as I head into bed*
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.
[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over]
This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.
[background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" for
a while, then out]
Tara