hehe. i'm IM'ing a friend, and apparently she went to what i'm guessing is a combo dvd/cd player, and just pressed play. and what popped up?
her boyfriend's porn video!
BWAHAHAHA.
she was mesmerized for a while (i.e. i got little response on IM). she claims she was not turned on, but instead reiterated how large the penis in the video was. long. thick. penis!
i wonder if she's going to look for his stash of porn now. i mean, if you're a girl, and you're going out with a guy, wouldn't YOU be curious about what kind of porn he watches? does he like big saggy breasts? anal sex videos? menages? bukkake and tekoki? you could learn all sorts of stuff about a guy's sexual taste by perusing his collection!
still, i am convinced that many women find porn fascinating, although i think it's more of the novelty of it because they're not exposed to it as often as guys are. just a theory.
i don't have much to say these days. i've been sitting in front of this window for a while now, and all that comes to mind is some didactic shit like, "appreciate your sanity" or some crap like that.
but really. for those of you without nervous/mental disorders, you should count your fucking blessings. because sanity is totally precious.
90 minutes until my massage. totally looking forward to it.
other than that, i have nothing positive to say. but it looks like i'll be hanging out with some taiko people tonight. that'll be fun.
hm. dido concert. i'm not a big fan of her new album. but i'm thinking about t-shirts. why? because i always get a t-shirt at every concert i go to! so the question is: is there such thing as a MANLY dido t-shirt? or should i go the complete opposite way and get pink one (if they have them)?
hm. the money for that shirt might be a waste. for example, i have a green longsleeve sarah mclachlan t-shirt, and it's all pretty and stuff, but i just never wear it. in fact, the last time i wore it was for paintball (jack's bachelor party, years ago) because it was the only green (i.e. pseudo-camouflage) item that i owed. man, i got shot up real good that day. can you say subdermal hematoma? welts galore!
i pulled my right hamstring during basketball today. AND, we lost all of our games, like six of them. how pathetic. i can't play defense worth a ball of rotten smegma. sigh.
and yes, i know mike montgomery (our esteemed men's basketball coach at stanford) is leaving. fucking rats. well, the bitter side of me says: maybe now we can get a coach who can get us past the 2nd round of the ncaa tournament. ha! (sorry monty, i'm just pissed you're leaving. good luck at golden state!)
sigh.
so it *is* the xanax that's making me tired. i didn't take my usual 0.50mg today, and i didn't fall asleep after basketball. the downside is, of course, that i had to deal with being awake for another 45-60 minutes instead of taking my usual nap.
i swear, consciousness is hell right now. my tics are killing me, and i'm just wondering how i'm going to sit through the dido concert this saturday. that is, sit through without ticcing all over the place and pissing people off. *RAAR*
damn, i need some pot. yes, i have been toying with the idea of getting some pot to deal with my tourette's. the only question now is how i'm going to get it through legal channels (yes, yay for california!). plus, i need a pipe or a bong. hm. a trip to the haight anyone? :)
anyhow, i'm getting a massage today. $40 for a nice 30-minute session of rubbing and kneading. a conscious reprieve from life. that'll be nice.
fuck. just got more comment spam just now. what the hell.
i just pulled out a centimeter-long nose hair. with my BARE FINGERS. (yes, it hurt.)
i wonder if i should stop plucking nose hairs. what if the pore clogs up, and i get this big internal zit in my nostrils? that'll be hard to pop! not to mention how much it would hurt!
*ponder*