I'm going into sugar shock -- maybe you should use the emergency blanket
I just ate my 2nd piece of birthday day cake and I feel lighteheaded and my mouth is tingling. What's that about? I experience this at times when I ate rich bakery cakes. I starting to wonder if I'm allergic an ingredient used in professional bakeries, or maybe I do have a sugar sensitivity on my taste buds.
Thanks to everyone for the lovely birthday wishes. Special thanks to
freakysparks for lunch and listening to me ramble about things I haven't even articulated enough to write down anywhere. I often feel compelled to spill random bits to you and always have. I mean, I know I have a tendency to share random personal information with near strangers, but I definitely recall times early on in your friendship when I'd hang up the phone going "what did I just say??"
Apparantly I had a vision on Saturday evening that if I was a bio-male my name would be Neil. Now I'm obsessed with this alternate nerd personality within me -- the one who wears pleated Eddie Bauer shorts for Sunday afternoon trips to the store (even if they were purchased for 90 cents at the thrift store).
I sometimes have fantasies of taking a cross-country roadtrip with an older woman with red hair who knows all the lyrics to Tupac's "I Get Around" and James Ingram's "Just Once" and really likes having sex in hotel rooms. I just wanted to get that out there. I would tell her name except then you'd have a clue to my online password that I use for every internet site that's of no security importance (i.e. not my bank or my e-mail).
I'll just stop talking now.
Thanks to everyone for the lovely birthday wishes. Special thanks to
Apparantly I had a vision on Saturday evening that if I was a bio-male my name would be Neil. Now I'm obsessed with this alternate nerd personality within me -- the one who wears pleated Eddie Bauer shorts for Sunday afternoon trips to the store (even if they were purchased for 90 cents at the thrift store).
I sometimes have fantasies of taking a cross-country roadtrip with an older woman with red hair who knows all the lyrics to Tupac's "I Get Around" and James Ingram's "Just Once" and really likes having sex in hotel rooms. I just wanted to get that out there. I would tell her name except then you'd have a clue to my online password that I use for every internet site that's of no security importance (i.e. not my bank or my e-mail).
I'll just stop talking now.
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