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March 13, 2006 - 12:53 ~boar's bristle brush ~Johnson's fake baby lotion for adults ~sugar flavored lip gloss ~anti-perspirant (It's been too long.) I also had tomato soup. I ate breakfast out 3 days in a row; starting on Friday when Dawn and I had a "meeting" at the Bijou. Then, I dined with Krystal and Scott at the I.H.O.P. in Oregon City on Saturday morning, where I had chocolate chip pancakes. Then on Sunday, Elijah (who visited me unexpectedly on Saturday), and I ate at "Beatervillage", as our mother coined it. I asked Sean, as a person "who is far enough removed from me", to please tell me if I begin noticeably fleshing. I feel like this will happen soon, if it hasn't already. Anyhow. Elijah snored all of Saturday evening, but the more offensive nighttime disturbance was the neigbor with whom I share a wall, who was boisterously fucking an equally boisterous woman. It would be one thing if I were alone. I mean, certainly, i've yieled to this situation before to no citation. Somehow though, it's a very different offense to endure with company, esp. your brother. It was as good as if I were in the room with them. Their, uh, undulations were erratic, so just when you thought they were over, with gusto, they pull out a motorized device that audibly thudders gainst the bedstead. I choose life. I choose life! That's what I'm going to say the next time I see him. And nay, I am no prude. You wouldn't believe me if I told you, but I am altogether preoccupied with sex, as are most Mormons.
This is my theory.
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