i wonder how a guy first came to discover giving a girl head. i just popped a boner thinking about it. such a cool act! the best is when she's having her orally-driven orgasm, and you grab her thighs hard while she bucks around a bit. intense!
i've been having some pretty cool dreams lately. not that i can remember any of them, but i do recall waking up, and just before the dream memories fade away into nothingness, thinking, "hey, that was neat!"
so after tonight, i will have had three straight meals involving noodles. last night was pho, lunch day was jun pad poo (pad thai noodles with crab, chili and garlic), and for dinner, i'm headed to pasta pomodoro at santana row. i guess i'm on a noodle kick!
i tend to get excited when i can potentially meet a girl who's name is 5 letters long. call me extremely superficial, but i like 5-letter names! like a few months ago, i met a "wendy," and i thought that was sooo cool. and just the other day, eharmony matched me up with a girl named "nikki." so cute! nikki! (she hasn't written back yet.)
the way i see it, if my wife has a 5-letter name, then we'll have potentially less to argue about over giving our kids 5-letter names. and since i've picked out "aidan" and "kaeli" for my offspring, i've become quite attached to those names.
damn, this entry is taking a long time to write. i keep ticcing up a storm and putting my head on my desk to calm myself down. sigh.
sometimes i wonder how good my life would be if i didn't have tourette's. and then, i get very bitter. i mean, how come i was dealt this nasty disorder? how come i wound up being genetically defective? i mean, my brother has no symptoms, so what the hell happened to me? *RAAR*
i mean, i'd just like to be normal. normal dardy. is that too much to ask for?
don't take your mental health for granted! that's a lesson i have to reiterate.
um, yeah. i guess i'm a little mad at myself.
by the way, is semen considered a culinary delicacy anywhere in the world?
ok, off for a cigarette break. toodles!
so, if you were me, then you'd probably implode (or explode?) of boredom this past weekend.
friday, we got some indian buffet at sneha and rented (even though we have netflix) _mean girls_, which was so-so. i don't believe the size of lindsay lohan's breasts. how old is she? are you SURE she didn't get implants? they're HUGE!
saturday, i did absolutely nothing. as in, i woke up at 1, took a nap from 3 til 7, returned the video and got some thai (pad kee mao) takeout, ate it (it was spicy good!), watched some tv, and went to sleep.
and sunday, the only thing of interest i did was have dinner with mallory up in millbrae. i had pho (beef!) for the first time in almost a year, as i have been avoiding it for fear of contracting BSE. damn, pho is good shit.
mallory was pushing me to do something drastic with my now-humdrum life, and one of her ideas was for me to move to china. uh... yeah, right. :)
anyways, not much to report as far as the weekend goes. and the alarming thing is, with a weekend this boring, my tics *should* have gotten better, but they haven't. and i've developed this new teeth-grinding tic, which is really annoying. sigh.