One of the coolest cakes ever...
My eyes are bugging out (note: there are also bugs on the cake) because sometimes they just do that when I sit and stare at a computer screen for long periods of time. And as I continue to type a series of questions for various sex advice projects I'm working on (my column in Playgirl and the radio segments) I freaked out that I hadn't written anything in my blog. I've been thinking of changing the title of this space to OCB (like OCD only different - this stands for obsessive compulsive blogger as opposed to obsessive compulsive disorder) but I don't think I'm ready to commit to the name.
And I'm also bugging out because I just read on one of my favorite blogs that an ex boyfriend is going to be doing a reading at a series on sex. So strange, because well, actually I won't say any more after the last boyfriend debacle. Ah, screw it, this is my blog, so I'll say what I want. Okay, I find this strange because at times I found him so socially ackward. We (meaning my mother, father and I) were actually talking about him the other night. There aren't that many men I've introduced to my family, but this one, well, he definitely took the cake. I think my parents were thinking about putting me away for a while when they met him. Nice guy, actually really, really nice guy, but definitely a bit out there. And that really is the best way to describe him. Because if you ever did meet him, or were to meet him say on December 1st, then you'll know he's out there, and not in that kooky sort of way, well, it can be called kooky but it's more in that alien sort of way.
Anyway, he's nice and he's going to be speaking about sex at a place that's all about sex. I feel like if I get more specific then it's too specific, so I'm not even going to link to the blog.
Okay, I've dilly dallyed enough for today. Tonight it's all about porn and then it's all about Walmart. What an interesting combination - like oil and water. Porn and Walmart - they just don't mix.
Posted by jamye at November 15, 2021 04:49 PM