Afternoon of 3-6-7

I’m not entire downtrot after this morning’s disaster. As expected, I’m plotting my next move. …I’ll refrain from torturing anybody with my interior monologue of that.

It’s windy outside. The only thing keeping my heart warm is leather. Wind can not permeate leather! However, my testicles keep freezing together. It makes this huge snapping/cracking noise whenever I break them up. Thankfully, the coldness kind of numbs it, so I don’t feel much. But when they warm up…

(That’s me taking an inside joke with myself too far.)

I will laugh if it snows over spring break, considering how warm it was over winter break. Nothing like t-shirt weather in January!

I posted on one of the forums I frequent, for help. We’ll see what people who move much more weight than me say. My propensity for elaborate expounding is quite notorious. (Yes, I phrased it like that on purpose.)

:: yawns ::

I think I’ll go over those notecards I made last night, then take a quick nap. Yes.

I could go for some feminine affection.

ryn: I could even smell and taste her in the dream. It was… heavenly

if you want a blow job, is it really that difficult to go out and get one? from a man’s perspective, what’s the problem?

And I could go for some male affection. I spent most of this evening haning out at my starbucks flirting with a co-worker who has a girlfriend. *eye roll*

*giggles*