hey people. it's been a long week, and i'm glad it's friday. next week doesn't look that much better, though; we have a deadline next friday, and i've got a lot of shit to do before that happens.
remind me to never order a whiskey at red robin. that's where alan, ting and i went last night for dinner. the drink cost $5, and they barely gave me a shot of the stuff. i was hoping that it would take the edge of things and give me an empty stomach buzz, but it didn't work. sigh.
during the dinner conversation, ting brought up how hard it must be to suddenly break up after years and years of dating someone. yeah, i suppose it must be tough to have someone who's been in your life to suddenly disappear. it must feel pretty empty for a while. i remember when a friend of mine became single, and the look of bewilderment on his face when he realized that he had to start dating again.
i don't remember what exactly my dream last night was about, but i do remember two things that it involved: a king size snickers bar and a blowtorch. random, i know.
my friend J is going to run a marathon next week (i think it's next week). i can't ever imagine myself running 26.2 miles. i can't even run 1.5 miles! that's the distance that i used to run when i was back at gfn. by the end of it, my legs would be burning, and i would be wheezing.
did you know that when you run a marathon, you have to protect your nipples? all that friction from the shirt can turn your nips into a bloody mess, as an acquaintance of mine painfully found out. so you either have to lubricate your chest, or put on these things they call "nip-guards." ha!
i had a gf once that liked it when i bit her nipples hard. i dunno. it must feel totally different than from when i squeeze my own nipples. to me, it hurts! but she loved it. she said it was sort of like pain, but in a good way. *shrug* i don't understand.
there are many sensations that women feel that i don't get to experience. stuff like nipple-biting, orgasms, oral sex, vaginal sex, and giving birth. that last one, though, makes me glad i am a man, because delivering a baby looks like it would fucking hurt. i am tempted to pose that question to my female friends who've had babies, but i'm scared to ask.
what intrigued me about my girl friends who've had babies is that they never seemed to be afraid of giving birth. if i were them, i'd be petrified. why? because i'm a total wuss when it comes to pain. and knowing that one day soon i'd be pushing out a huge object out of my vagina would be on my mind constantly. (yes, i am neurotic and dwell on things too much.)
ok. that's it for today. it's time for a smoke. have a great weekend everyone!