“Feet Fetish”
Okay.. I just got off of work and feel like I’ve neglecting this blog for too long, even if yesterday was the first day I didn’t write all month..Truth is, I’m getting really annoyed about all this SPAM and don’t know how to deal with it. Why don’t I know of other blogs with spam like mine? Who the F*CK is Lake Powell and how can I get him to stop spamming my site?
Lake Powell is a cockroach. Help me rid myself of people like him…Oh, and yes, I’m looking for suggestions….I know, I’ve given him too much time…
So, other than that…hmm..let’s see..I’ve got to get my ass in gear with this video. We’re shooting in two weeks. Monday’s are always hard because I work all day selling sex toys, and by the time I’m done working all day selling sex toys, I don’t want to be working all night.
I felt violated at work today. I am sort of stupid sometimes and I let a customer talk to me about my scoliosis, which, even if I can’t spell the damn word right, I’ve had since I was a little kid. My mother once had a talk with me about wearing a brace, but after I declared that I would never wear a brace, she, for some reason, backed down (no pun intended).
So, anyway, this guy comes in the store, but it’s more like he’s looking to cum in the store, and tells me that he’s a masseuse and that he can tell I have scoliosis, only he can’t tell to what degree. He asks if I want to know, and there’s no one else in the store so I say yes - and don’t give me that red flag alert shit right now, cause I don’t want to hear it - so when I bend down to touch my toes, and he starts to measure my back, I can tell that this is actually more about getting him off than figuring out where my damn curve is. So I get up and tell him I don’t really give a shit about my scoliosis, and I still let him look around the store, because I like to try to see the good in everybody, or maybe because I’m a sucka..I don’t know really..and then..then he asks if he can go and use a cockring in the bathroom. He insists that he won’t buy one unless he knows that it works.
I tell him NO and after begging me, and seeing that it ain’t going to work buddy, you already got me with your scoliosis shit, he finally leaves the store.
And I feel violated. I think I felt something else too..but I don’t want to talk about it…
Ugghhh..is mercury still in retrograde?
April 11th, 2005 at 11:46 pm
What ever happened to the guy who dressed all in white and smelled badly? Maybe he and the guy who wanted to try on the cock ring before buying it, should get into a fight in front of your sex toys store, in your novel. But I don’t know whether that happens before or after you give birth to your cat. Abby Ehmann hasn’t kicked me out of any of her parties lately because I gave them a rest; check out http://www.xanga.com/AbsolutComfort if you want to see whom I have been stalking (she’s bipolar and her mother is about to put her in a loony bin so that she can have electroshock therapy- so we have to tell her that her new tat rocks), and check out my blog, http://www.xanga.com/MmmHourMmmMmm, if you want to read “A Heavy Munchout”, a short story about a really gross white guy in downtown Newark in the mid-1970’s.
April 11th, 2005 at 11:49 pm
You know, maybe Lake Powell is like some special kind of lake where they give hydrotherapy to nerds. To make them cool!!!!!
April 12th, 2005 at 11:10 am
Someone *really* ought to be turning this into a screenplay. And we should be thinking up names right now…
“Leaving Lake Powell”?
“The Man In The White Suit”? (No; that’s already taken..)
“Catbirth”?
“Working Alone”?
God- it’s never *boring*, is it? Maybe we should just spam LP back…..