I stopped at Circuit City this afternoon and happened upon a very random item in their parking lot: a pair of boxer shorts.
Circuit City is an electronics store and there are no department or clothing stores nearby, so I could not think of any good reason why someone would leave their underwear in Circuit City’s parking lot. Speculations welcome.
So the past couple of days, I find myself taking it out more often than I used to and playing with it. Since I feel as though I am still learning how to properly handle and use it, I don’t like to mess around with it unless I am alone. I’d just get too embarassed if someone walked in on me while I was fooling around with it for no good reason.
It’s bigger than most people’s, that’s for sure. I’ve seen some of my friends’ and mine is a lot larger than theirs. Sometimes it protrudes so far out there that it’s very difficult to hold it steady and get it to do what I want. Things end up really messy and I find it’s often just plain hard to focus when I twist it out as far as it will go.
I’ve felt that the hardest part of it all is getting it to do it’s thing when I’m in a dark room. It sounds odd, I know, but it’s so much easier to control and manipulate when there’s plenty of light. Things just go a lot more smoothly this way.
I love holding it in my hands, though. Boy, does that feel good! It’s so hard, yet pleasantly round and agile. It’s a real beauty and, when it works, it works great. I could wrap my fingers around it all day. It’s a shame I can’t do this to it whenever I want. Heck, even the ladies thinks it’s sexy looking. (Sometimes, if she’s really good, I’ll let her hold it, stroke it, and occasionally use it.)
But, still, I’ve got a big problem with 300mm shots. I can’t seem to get one in focus, so I think I’ll end up buying a tripod. That’s what the guy at the camera shop recommended, anyway. What, did you think I was talking about something else?
Very soon, Drew will go back to Iraq for a third time. What bothers me most about this is that nobody can give me a reasonable and/or logical answer as to what is is the U.S. hopes to achieve over there. Nothing is going to change.
I find myself more and more torn on this issue because of my job. While I will never directly kill anyone, I suppose I’m indirectly responsible for providing the means for others to do so. Therefore, I am, indeed, responsible.
The situation in Iraq and the way the government is handling it contradicts what I believe myself. But given the circumstance I am in, what room is their for my personal opinions? “Uniformity is Individuality” so to speak.
“Until they become conscious they will never rebel, and until after they they have rebelled they cannot become conscious.”
I did some voluntold work (thank you Navy!) at an animal shelter here in Everett a few days ago. Snapped this photo with my camera phone. I say it’s good advice to live by.
Mr. Polanski, pictured above smiling after releaving himself, could not be reached for immediate comment.
Whilst cleaning the ol’ porcelain bowl of acceptance, I noticed a good sized yellow stain on the side of it. Now, what I’d like to know is what exactly that stain is and how it got there. Cuz’ I’ve got a pretty good aim1 and unless someone else is breaking into my apartment, I don’t know who else to blame.
A urinary conspiracy? Is someone coming in and using my toilet without my permission? Hey, maybe it’s Wiz!
1I even added a nightlight to the bathroom as to enhance the middle-of-the-night micturating rituals
My attention span has gotten much sh
