one hour until my massage! woot!
i'm gassy today. i keep farting in my cube, praying that no one will smell it. hey, at least they're silent.
not sure what else to say... but i did mention earlier that i'd write again, right? so here i am!
anybody got any questions to ask me? if they're cool questions, i'll answer them in my next blog entry. let's make this an interactive thing!
so does it hurt when a guy has a huge schlong, and during sex, it bumps up against the girl's cervix? i think i accidentally did that to the girl once, using a certain position that enable very deep penetration. she yelped out in pain, and i just felt really really bad. sex should never hurt (unless you're a masochist).
of all the exotic positions out there, missionary is the one that i like best. and that includes watching other people doing it in porn. there's one segment where there's this guy who looks like a thug, and this pasty white girl with barely any chest, and he's on top of her, and it just looks heavenly despite the fact that neither of them are attractive. i LOVE it when the girls wraps her legs around the guy! *yum*
so yeah, when it comes to romping, i guess i like doing all the work. when the girl's on top, i don't really feel anything, so technically, the sex could last forever, which maybe a good thing, but then again, i would never be able to get myself off!
ok, so after talking about this, NOW i miss sex. last night, i was thinking about relationships and how long it's been since i've been in one, and i couldn't find anything that i truly *missed*. but a-ha! now that i've gotten myself all worked up about romping, that's definitely something that i am reminiscing about.
ok. i'm taking off in 9 minutes.
so the bad news is that my tics are absolutely horrible today. i can't sit still for more than 10 seconds without releasing a storm of neck tics.
the good news? this is my last (and only) full week of work in august! hehe. i leave for italy/spain next thursday, so i just have to get through this week and a little over half of next week and i'm off! *huzzah*
i scheduled a massage for tonight. i desperately need to relieve some pressure from my neck and shoulders. (if i were truly desperate, then i would get some acupuncture in at the same place, but then again, i'm dreadfully afraid of needles, so i think i'll pass on that. maybe.)
i realized saturday night (at micha's) that i'm a terrible priss when it comes to eating. i don't like getting my hands dirty. hence my abstinence from eating ribs. ever since i was a kid, i've liked kfc, but i would only eat drumsticks, and even then, i'd wrap a napkin around the base and hold it that way, so as not to get my hands greasy. yeah, i'm such a wuss.
so i saw my psych today. he recommended a new drug (mainly for people with parkinson's), but he held off on giving it to me because he didn't want me to have an adverse reaction when i was abroad. so, i am now instructed to take TWO mg of haldol a day, plus cogentin. hm. i hope it works better than the 1.5mg i've been taking; hope is certainly something that i'm running out of. give me a reprieve from ticcy storms!
i appreciated the gratuitous boob shots from _harold and kumar_. breasts rule! so soft, so cuddly, i just want to snack on them. :)
the name "harold" makes me smile. why? because it used to be the pet name for a certain someone's, um, er, vulva! hehe. yup, that's right. i named her vadge. i also named her breasts "romy and michelle."
*yawn*
more later. i'm pooped.
not much to report from the past two days...
friday night, ting made dinner, and the key ingredient was garlic. she made these stuffed mushrooms which were really good, so good that i ate the mushrooms first and then consumed the stuffing from three mushrooms in one fell swoop. salty goodness!
saturday, i woke up at 2pm, took a nap (i must have been a cat in a previous life), and putzed around before going with margaret (jay was called in to surgery because some kid swallowed a dime) to micha's, this rib place in redwood city. what did i get? a tuna melt.
that night, alan and ting went to dinner and partying in the city, and i went to sleep early. coupled with all the other sleep i had gotten that day, i woke up at 3am and had insomnia for a while. i heard them come in through the front door, which was weird because alan has the garage. i thought it was a burglar, and for a while, contemplated fighting them off in my boxers with a poster tube. and in the end, i decided to go back to sleep.
sunday, i woke up at noon. we picked up peter and had pizza at patxi's, this new place in downtown PA. afterwards, i took yet another nap, and the only thing of interest i did that day was drag my roommates to see _harold and kumar go to white castle_. it was surprisingly good for a raunchy road trip movie, and it made me crave beef a little. *shrug* my favorite scenes were when kumar smelled the pot and when they sang along to the punk's mix tape. wilson phillips!
yup. boring weekend, i know. but in part, that was inevitable because my body (i.e. the tics) just wasn't cooperating, and i had to spend the bulk of my time lying down. tourette's is so debilitating! *sigh*