I bought a professional mixer!
I really don’t think it’ll make better food, but I now feel like a pro that can make better stuff. Hm, now if only I can figure what does what on the machine.
Can’t wait for cheap massages… or can I?
So I am totally stoked about my trip to Asia and really can’t wait. It is a mere three or four weeks away now and it is within sight! The biggest thing I can’t wait for is massages. So I have been reading up on all these massage places and one that really stuck out was this gay massage place. It was cheap! I was super excited, heck… half the price of a normal massage place so I began to read up on the place. To find out, the massage place is more like a happy ending place where the massages literally “suck.” o_O
Read what this guy had to say:
“Then he showed me what a second-rate masseur he was. His strokes were basic and there wasn’t much by way of pressure. Rating 3/10. But of course, we’re not there just for the massage, are we? Throughout, his cock was placed in such a way that it made contact… and soon enough, massage had become play. He was pro-active and willing. Groaning, writhing, and very hard. We fingered each other, we …. He was good! 8/10. Worth repeating.”
OMG! EeeEeee! *squeals like zto!*
The uhm “massage” room. What I don’t get is why these “happy endings” are cheaper than real massages. Doh!
As the Caltrain Goes
Every weekday, I wake up at 7:10AM and leave my apartment at exactly 7:49AM to catch the CalTrain. It is something that is routine. I sit on the same seat, on the same train cart, and even the person who sits infront of me is typically the same. Today seems like yesterday which seems like last week, last month, its repeat. If it weren’t for the calander, I wouldn’t know what happened when. My work days for the most part aren’t distinct enough to warrant a memory.
Oh weekends, holidays, and vactions, how I long for thee.
