i witnessed something so horrible i can barely speak of it. yes, it was one of P's 3 links that he sent me a few weeks ago. remember that first link that i couldn't view at work? well, i was browsing some old links (in my history tabs) last night on my iMac at home, and i clicked on this one URL that i didn't recognize. and what i saw made me shiver to my very bones and made my schlong shrivel up in stinging fear.
basically, it was a video of a girl inserting (very forcefully) a pointy dildo into a guy's pisshole. and then, she proceeded to jam it and out violently as the guy moaned in what i imagined to be excrutiating pain (what else could it be?!). i turned my head away in horror as i scrambled to find the "back" button on my browser. and all day today, the image of that plastic weapon stuck in the guy's schlong is haunting me. i mean, that is permanent damage to the meatus, right? that shit doesn't heal! who the fuck would ever agree to such mutilation?
ok, i need to get my mind off of the subject. and unfortunately, the URL is permanently tattooed in my brain. let's hope the hosting site eventually goes away or something.
a few months ago, i posted an entry entitled "guava burps." and today, i had them again. yup, toasted garlic bagel + cream cheese + fruit punch/berry gatorade = guava flavored burps. cool! i thought the first time was a fluke, but when i burped today after having my breakfast, it undeniably tasted like guava. how weird!
for lunch, J and i went to shanghai flavor shop. we each got 6 "sen jien bao" as well as shared a bowl of won tons (no good) and a zhong tze (yummy, and only $1.80). i love zhong tze; i haven't had them in many years. i'm not as inclined to go there, though, because the ordering slip is all in chinese, and i have to match the characters, sort of like how it is at A&J. but they do serve some tasty stuff there.
i saw my psych today. for the last several visits, nothing has changed. my tourette's is decently behaving, so all he does is give me the same prescriptions as before. maintenance is the only service he provides me. but, i'm not complaining; i've been seeing him for five years now, and we've finally come up with a drug cocktail that works for all practical purposes, and it's about fucking time.
while i was waiting in my psych's office, the stereo was playing some piano solo pieces, and i recognized two of them: satie's "gymnopedies #1" (sp?), and debussy's "reverie." i have played both of them before, and i got this really big pang of missing the piano. i wonder if i should buy an electric piano and pick the instrument back up. i really do miss playing. and i used to be pretty good at it, too. i eye nelson's piano from time to time when i go over to his house, and the sad thing is that once, i sat in front of it, and all of my muscle memory (the pieces that i used to have memorized) is gone. *sobs*
does anybody want to join me at a sports bar tomorrow night at watch the cowboys/packers game with me? i'm thinking of going to the old pro in downtown palo alto. it's super bowl 41 3/4! i was thinking about asking paul to raid his house, but i don't think he'll be comfortable with me sitting in his house by myself. we'll see. but yeah, it's a huge game for both teams battling it out for NFC supremacy.
there are some things that i'm curious about that i wonder if i'll ever get to try out. these include skydiving, bungee jumping, and anal sex. hehe. the first two, i don't think i'll ever try because i am deathly afraid of heights. and that last one, well, i'm curious about, but not *that* thrilled to try it out. does it really feel that good for a guy? i guess a hole is a hole, but how does it feel for the girl? i'd like for the experience to be pleasurable for her as well, you know? when i watch it on clips and stuff, i'm not turned on by it very much. but if i knew that it was good for both parties involved, i would be more likely to be titillated by it. *shrug*
greg and cheryl are in new zealand right now, and they did the zorb thing. that's where you get inside this huge hamster ball, and you roll down a hill. sounds cool. my childhood friend mark had a hamster once, and he put it in a mini-zorb. it was called a "freedom ball." cute. of course, we were mean to it, so we spun it around until the hamster got really dizzy, and we also rolled it down the stairs and stuff. yeah, animal cruelty, i know. but still, zorb. sounds neat-o.
ok, i'm off. gonna have dinner with jennie tonight. pasta pomodoro (gemelli, fabulous gemelli), here i come!