I've gotten over the initial devastation for not getting the job. A parade can do wonders for a gir's disposition.

Friday night was spent cooking and chilling in front of the ol' boob tube. Saturday morning, I got up early, made breakfast, and prepared to go to the SH annual parade.

Oh yes, a parade.

I decided to take Sexy along with me. People are forever bringing their dogs to such events, and I thought she'd like the trip.

She was quite popular. There were a bunch of *%#@@ four year olds who were petting/molesting/punching/squeezing her, but she took it all in stride. I was proud of my kitty. This is a good sign IF children are ever in my picture. She got a little spooked at all the 18-wheelers blowing their horns, but she curled up with me, under an umbrella, so she was fine.

Oh, hey, remember the plumber truck picture? With the guy on the toilet? Well, he was there. Kinda neat. I took (another) picture of him, just to prove it.

Saturday night was spent hatching a plan with Vicks over her possible visit to SH on Sunday afternoon.

I'll spare you all the details, but she arrived at 1:00am this morning. I saw her for about an hour, and then she drove back home, to Freddy. Egads, man.

Anyway, back to Saturday. It was a lonely night, so I did the only thing I could do. I tried looking up porn on the internet. I realized that, pornography wise, I'm much more aroused by sounds than pictures. I suppose this makes sense, because I am rather, ahem, vocal when having relations.

I also realized something else. I'm a voyeur. Although I somewhat enjoy porno movies, I really amateur type movies, where it's real couples. The "Sweetness Follows" site on my blogroll on the right hand side of this page has a audio-link page that always gets me pretty hot-and-heavy. I enjoy hearing the realness of it. Porn sex just isn't believable enough for me. For instance, in the film I wanted Saturday night (think MacBeth meets Cum Sluts 17), some parts were just silly. For example, the kissing - especially the girl on girl kissing. It's not really kissing. It's just two girls sticking their tongues out and hitting the tongues together. No one ever kisses like this in real life. Ever. Then there is the moaning. It's too rhythmic. Porn moans sound like ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh. Real sex moans sound like mmmm-......-ooooOOOoooOoo-yyessssss-MmmMmmmm-.......-....ooooOOoooOOO. It's much more random and spontaneous, don't you think?

I think there are a few reasons I have this fetish. The first is that sex was also a very no-no subject in my house. I remember staying up late watching Bleu Nuit (a soft-core porn show shown at around 1am on Saturday nights from Quebec), with the sound off. Also, I've been in a few situations where I've been in close proximity to coupling couples. Although there was definitely some annoyance in being put in that situation without my consent, I can't deny it was definitely erotic.

Hm, I don't really know what to say about that.