It almost feels pathetic that this is a thing. I’m drinking a beer alone in my apartment. And no one is telling me no or trying to make me feel guilty or saying a drink will make me do bad things. I can’t believe I was in a relationship were when I asked to have a beer at my place on week day by myself it started a fight. That’s too controlling.
I need to start taking my meds again. I know what’s in my head is crazy but I can’t seem to stop thinking it’s reality
When getting some coffee today, the barista asked me if I was just at the salon. And I was like no and apparently noticeably confused looking. And she told me she asked bc my hair smelled so nice like I came from the salon. It was cool.
Blowjobs from currants—if they’re noticed at all—are often forgotten after they begin and until one orgasms, somewhat unexpectedly, hours later. This is because the currant, as one of the tiniest fruits, is able to sneak into men’s pants and do it for hours without anyone knowing anything, pulsing ethereally against the penis in a speed-shifting manner that’s incredible to witness. Subsequently, through billions of hours of practice, currants are perhaps the most skilled fruit at blowjobs, of which nature has balanced by making it one of the worst at math.