well-dressed foolish ideas

Really. I'm perfectly normal. It's not that odd that I get goose bumps when I sneeze.

Someone tried to reassure me that this is what happens to everyone else. But why does it feel so strange to actually say write it? The same friend told me that when she was little she asked an older man what it was like to have an orgasm. His answer - Just like sneezing!

Um.

Okay.

Not really.

Wha...?

I think I missed something. It was probably covered in sex ed class, but catholic schools don't like to talk to anyone about sex. Ever. Unless it has to do with birth control.

Speaking of birth control. I was reading a really wacky and completely ridiculous story about an evil rubber duckie on an ebay auction today. Apparently, little rubber duckies are demonic and can all of a sudden go wacko and bite children! What parent doesn't need one of these?

On a completely unrelated note, I'm having trouble today distinguishing which language to type to whom. And I've sent wrong languages to a number of people all day. Well done me. I'm already confusing enough as it is, I don't think I need to add to it with changing languages on people. That's just downright cruel.

Finally, I feel much more comfortable and useful. It's a really unfortunate feeling when it seems so much like you don't belong anywhere or aren't useful. A tad un or rather demotivating. And something that's really kind of hard to crawl out of the habit of. Blah. Whatever, I'm in better spirits. That's the point.

I had a short talk earlier today about taking a vacation.

Interruption - I just sneezed.

I think I need to get out of this city for a little bit.