i miss proactive writers. meaning, i miss people who just write spontaneously, out of the blue, unprompted. it seems these days that people are so wrapped up in their own "business" that the only e-mails i get are responses to ones i've sent out myself.
well, PHOOEY ON THAT!
is it bad that i want to see _hellboy_ simply because selma blair is in it? ah... selma... and with psychic glowing-blue-hand powers, too! i know where you can put your hand, selma... give me a RAMALAMA-HANDJOB!
so there you have it. i've successfully used "ramalama" in a sentence. heehee.
yes, the weather's been nice, but i don't like it. 80 is just too hot for me. give me 65 or 70 with a breeze any day. coming back from basketball today with a semi-wet tank top was just uncomfortable.
i just licked my forearm. it's salty! ick.
i joined tennis camp on year way back in summer after 9th grade. it was during the blazing texas summer (august or so), when the temperature was 100 outside and 115 on the courts. i could come home with salt crystals on my skin. man, that was EXTREME shit! the first day, i passed out after coming home, and after that, i would drink around two gallons of water throughout the course of the 5-hour camp afternoons (noon to 5pm).
i need to avoid the mall. i keep finding shit there that i like but don't need but inevitably end up buying because somehow i equate it with a carpe diem experience.
i wonder, if i could perform autofellatio, would i spend an inordinate amount of time in my room giving myself head? they say that a decent percentage of guys can do it, too! (no doubt because of their large members or some freakishly bendy flexibility)
people ask me where my next vacation is going to be. god knows i *need* a break from work and from life, but the thing is, if i had a choice, most times i'd just choose to spend my free time at home. home is my sanctuary. *shrug* yes, i am a homebody.
i'm not sure i am a fan of tongue studs in girls. why? i have a fear that if she is giving me head, the stud will force its way into my meatus. OUCH. *shiver* don't fuck with the meatus, man.
sunday night, we spotted a woman with a tattoo on the back of her neck. it was two chinese characters, which meant "feng shui." ???!!! why would you want a tattoo of that? what DOES it mean? i wonder if she knew what she was getting; somehow it's like me getting a tattoo of hebrew characters on my shoulder that says "kosher."
i think i figured out why my tics are so bad in the morning. it's most likely due to the fact that i take my meds after i wake up, so it takes a while for them to kick in. *eureka*
i had another anxiety dream about basketball last night. the way this is going, i had better hope that march madness comes and goes QUICKLY. otherwise, i might just go nuts. how pathetic is that, worrying about something i'm not even personally involved in?
yes, i am a stressed out guy. i have lots of gray hair. i think my first one was in early high school? yep. i even have three gray eyelashes! hehe.
so tonight carol is driving down to visit. we're going to grab some thai food and watch _american idol_. it's a 1.5 hour episode, the wild card round. i'm not sure if i'm excited about it, because my two favorite singers (the pink-haired girl and john stevens) are already in. *shrug* but i am looking forward to carol's company.
shit. it's only tuesday.
hopefully i'll get my mongolian bbq fix tomorrow. and despite two regular meals yesterday (plus an ice cream sandwich!) i dropped 1.2 pounds. odd how weight inexplicably fluctuates in counterintuitive ways like that.
basketball was humdrum today. the only interesting moment was when the really BIG dude took off his shirt, and he was asked to put it back on. ha! i'm glad he did, though, because i wouldn't want to body up against a big sweaty dude like him. (cue image from _along came polly_)
i sort of miss playing piano. and the question i have is... when i play, will i tic in the middle of a piece?
so apparently, i do get search engine hits coming through if the people go through the google cache, because that code still has my sitemeter stuff in it.
so! without further ado:
"masturbation during sex"
i'm not sure this is a guy topic, meaning that i don't think guys are prone to wanking themselves off when they have a perfectly good vagina sitting there to play with.
but women! they have two spots of stimulation (at least), so while the guy is humping in and out, he or she can frig the clitoris, causing double pleasure! i've seen this many times.
what i've heard before is that sometimes, when the girl is a little sexually frigid, the double action is a little "distracting" (those were her words), so the dude actually has to stop while she frigs, and when it's almost time for her to come, he'll start again. *shrug* not so fun for the guy, but hey, whatever it takes to get her off, you know?
so cindy is IM'ing me about playing hard to get. like, not calling back so quickly, not being available all the time...
so i gotta ask: does that stuff work? i mean, if you leave a person hanging and soaking with anticipation, does it cause more desire when the meeting finally happens?
hm.
i try not to play games. but i do understand that it's really unflattering to look desperate. but on the flip side, i've always held the belief that if two people want to be with each other, then these so-called "waiting games" are usually thrown out the window. at least that's how it was for me in the past. maybe it's different now? *ponder*
damn. in chip design, it's sometimes relatively easy to design something given "proper" inputs. it's the crazy error cases that fuck you up.
i had a meeting today going over my arbitration/aggregation module. and so far, in my testing, it works. but they came up with some junk (i.e. garbage in) cases that i know would break my module, so now i have 1) more code changes and 2) more testing. *RAAR*