"wyatt earp man"

Tuesday morning I went to bed well, okay to be honest I fell asleep around seven am, and then woke up about nine thirty. Then I didn't eat most of the day (I kept finding things to do) and about seven thirty I was feeling really crazy, but I finally broke down and ate something. For some reason I decided to go out, even though I had no energy, and I came home and went to bed about. 3am. Ooof I slept the sleep of the dead. Elvis couldn't sleep as well as I slept. Now...it is another lovely day in gennie-land.
More later. First I must have some orange juice and then I shall read a magazine.

this entry is too blah

fisting with methodists

I ran across an LJ community today, that is devoted to the classic, "crotch shot". It is intriguing that the internet has created a nice homey atmosphere for just about any fetish, interest, or perversion out there.
You want to be fisted by methodist midgets who have ezcema on their elbows, during the high holy holiday of Yom Kippur, while deaf lesbian photograph your exquisite anguish, then hey sign up at www.sundaychurchfun.com so be it.
A bit like a sewing group, or people who play pick-up basketball. Same objects different use.