Here it is Thursday and I look back and wonder where did the week go? We both have been pretty head down at work with the return from summer vacation.
As I write this, he’s channel surfing. As with many onscreen guides, some of the channel names are truncated. This leads to some cognitive dissonance. For instance the “MORMA” channel is showing “Co-ed confidential sophomores 9.”
“Wait. Wait. That’s not a porn flick on the Moman channel is it?” (yeah, yeah, mormon is spelled with an o not an a but there are days my brain makes strange connections)
“Uh. No.” (for the record it was mormax channel)
OK. So it was funnier in person than it is written down, but hey, this is the place for me to talk about the weird sex things that go through my brains. Porn flicks count! (I said so, that’s why!)
Speaking of porn flicks, I need to write a review of our newest addition to the adult film collection. The odd bit is, there was more plot than sex. Very charming movie.
When I originally started this post nearly 2 hours ago it was to share the weird thought that ran through my head a few hours back. But… focus (geeze! I just mistyped focus as fucks. I think my brain is off the rails) is not my strong point this evening.
So what was this errant thought the one that the exhibitionist part of me wants to share and the private part of me wants to bury it deep thus the disjointed post this evening, jumping around the issue. Yeah. Really. It was strange, out of the blue. Not sure where it came from. But I had this very hot thought of being bent over something and cropped. We even have a pretty, purple (unused as yet) crop and a nice ramp that is good for bending over.
Lots of mixed feelings about that, but it’s now 9:45 and I’ve been working on this post since around 7 this evening. I think it’s time to just hit publish. Thoughts and feelings and whys can be a post for tomorrow. Or this weekend.