#131
I'm just like all out bored. I mean like bored to the point where Im really easily annoyed. Theres just nothing to do today. I killed like three hours at Barnes & Noble. I am wondering if there will ever be a boy born... who can swim faster than a shark.
You know, I think Barnes & Noble (it's NOT Barnes & Nobles people, theres no damn s on Noble!) is basicly just a library where you have to pay to check the books out... and you don't have to bring them back. If you really had nothing else to do, you could literally go there everyday and read like a few chapters of a book a day until you finished it, totally for free. They don't care. They even have like little chairs to sit in and tables to put your feet on. They encourage it. I don't know how those boys stay in business. There's also this bookstore in Waco called Books-a-Million, but they are like half the size of Barnes & Noble. It's more like Books-a-Hundred.
It's come to my attention recently that I have never done anything "kinky" in reality. I'm like 23 and if anyone asked me what the kinkiest thing I'd ever done was, I would have to say... okay, well i did one slightly kinky thing in my lifetime and this is a family website here. Other than that though all my messings-around have been well within the normal messings-around zone. I'd like to expand my kinky horizons, but you need another person for that (right, Stip??). Because anything kinky you do alone is just gross really. Of course, at the moment, I'm also unemployed and living at home so that doesnt help. That's changing soon though so maybe the other one will too. Man, is this a journal or self-therapy? Snap out of it, Zack!
See, this is what you get when I'm too tired to really think of anything to write, but feel like I should write something anyway, just to stay in the habit you know?
You know, I think Barnes & Noble (it's NOT Barnes & Nobles people, theres no damn s on Noble!) is basicly just a library where you have to pay to check the books out... and you don't have to bring them back. If you really had nothing else to do, you could literally go there everyday and read like a few chapters of a book a day until you finished it, totally for free. They don't care. They even have like little chairs to sit in and tables to put your feet on. They encourage it. I don't know how those boys stay in business. There's also this bookstore in Waco called Books-a-Million, but they are like half the size of Barnes & Noble. It's more like Books-a-Hundred.
It's come to my attention recently that I have never done anything "kinky" in reality. I'm like 23 and if anyone asked me what the kinkiest thing I'd ever done was, I would have to say... okay, well i did one slightly kinky thing in my lifetime and this is a family website here. Other than that though all my messings-around have been well within the normal messings-around zone. I'd like to expand my kinky horizons, but you need another person for that (right, Stip??). Because anything kinky you do alone is just gross really. Of course, at the moment, I'm also unemployed and living at home so that doesnt help. That's changing soon though so maybe the other one will too. Man, is this a journal or self-therapy? Snap out of it, Zack!
See, this is what you get when I'm too tired to really think of anything to write, but feel like I should write something anyway, just to stay in the habit you know?