Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
I have just discovered something totally neurotic about myself. I have a corporate logo coffee tumbler that I swill my caffeine from daily. I can’t begin drinking, until the mouthpiece is centered over the logo. If the logo isn’t facing me all nice and neat, I can’t start drinking. Bring on the rubber room. Continue reading Tic, tic…
WARNING: GRATUITOUS SEX POST well, not really, but you’ve been warned. Sortof. So I’m at the grocery store tonight picking up some turkey (they were out when I went last night) and I wander past the pharmacy section, and figure I should pick up some personal lubricant for use with my personal “massagers.” Shut up. … Continue reading Me So Horny Dorky