A Little Bit O' Rubber
Latest House Development: Shagging people outside the house. (Not shagging people outside the house, but shagging people outside the house). Well, you knew I wasn't a professional writer anyway...
(Aside: Had dinner with my housemates today, think I should've because I haven't had dinner with them in a long time. I sometimes feel like a terrible housemate, because I'm always out doing something or other, or I never vacuum my room often enough, or I never clean the house, and things like that. So it was good that we had dinner together today, watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S. together, and after that I had more twinges of conscience and hoovered with carpet cleaner.)
Apparently the latest list of objects mysteriously appearing in our backyard includes a blue condom and a pot. The pot being a small, round, stainless steel pot. And the condom being a large, crumpled, blue condom. The housies are all for calling LFHA (our housing agency), and complaining about the condom. But it's rather hard to explain the pot. Unless those people have some kind of weird pot fetish. Housies say they probably used the pot for covering their faces while doing the Deed.
Today wasn't a very productive day. But I think I learnt a little bit about doing what I feel right, not doing what I'd enjoy, but doing what I know I should. I guess I'm learning a little bit of discipline. Ughhh... matriach-y word! I'm growing up!
I was also thinking about my past, which "aint not much of a past" because I've been so sheltered. But since coming overseas to study I've done my experimenting and I've rebelled against what I felt to be convention or mere religious restriction. Yet I never feel so happy as now when I'm following the good old-fashioned way. I don't think anything is worth so much as knowing that you are loved and your life is secure in the hands of someone who knows and cares.
Too many italics, too much mush. I go, in haste.
Come back again.
(Aside: Had dinner with my housemates today, think I should've because I haven't had dinner with them in a long time. I sometimes feel like a terrible housemate, because I'm always out doing something or other, or I never vacuum my room often enough, or I never clean the house, and things like that. So it was good that we had dinner together today, watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S. together, and after that I had more twinges of conscience and hoovered with carpet cleaner.)
Apparently the latest list of objects mysteriously appearing in our backyard includes a blue condom and a pot. The pot being a small, round, stainless steel pot. And the condom being a large, crumpled, blue condom. The housies are all for calling LFHA (our housing agency), and complaining about the condom. But it's rather hard to explain the pot. Unless those people have some kind of weird pot fetish. Housies say they probably used the pot for covering their faces while doing the Deed.
Today wasn't a very productive day. But I think I learnt a little bit about doing what I feel right, not doing what I'd enjoy, but doing what I know I should. I guess I'm learning a little bit of discipline. Ughhh... matriach-y word! I'm growing up!
I was also thinking about my past, which "aint not much of a past" because I've been so sheltered. But since coming overseas to study I've done my experimenting and I've rebelled against what I felt to be convention or mere religious restriction. Yet I never feel so happy as now when I'm following the good old-fashioned way. I don't think anything is worth so much as knowing that you are loved and your life is secure in the hands of someone who knows and cares.
Too many italics, too much mush. I go, in haste.
Come back again.
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