Moving isn't fun. I don't know why I thought it would be, and I don't know why I thought unpacking would take half the time that packing did, but it's just not the case. It's been an interesting weekend. I LOVE the apartment, it's absolutely charming and magnificent, but it's been trying. I only realized this past weekend that I moved in with my boyfriend. Okay, scratch that, I knew all along that I was moving in with my boyfriend. But I only realized this past weekend, what that really meant. That it is and was a bigger deal than I played it out to be. That now we've made a committment to stay together, and to get along, at least for the remainder of our lease. And that's a whole year, and we have to share a not-too-small but not-too-big space. And we both know how to love and test each others limits real well.
Anyway. Here's a sex tip du jour:
CONDOM TIP:
Add a bit of lube to the head of the penis before unrolling a condom down the shaft. This adds moisture to his schlong, and will help decrease the “I hate condom sensation.”
Okay, just a teaser. I'll give away more bits maybe after the salon. You can still sign up by emailing me at iam@jamyewaxman.com. Between getting prepped and still unpacking two days later, I've got a lot going on.
Oh, and did I mention the nervous breakdown I suffered as a result of the 4.5 hours I waited for the movers to show up on Friday. We didn't finish moving in til 10PM Friday night. Not that I should mention it now, as it is a bit embarrassing, but it's true, I couldn't stop balling, and it made me realize that I do have the potential to go crazy. But so do we all. So do we all.