Or... Why is Pays To Clean Your Room More than Twice a Year



While I was on my hands and knees...


*sigh*


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....I was looking for the USB cord for my Ipod. I searched the various piles and corners of my room, eventuall making my way to underneath my bed. I tend to find forgotten socks, receipts, and the occasional cat under there, but last night I hit a goldmine.

This unopened package was hidden underneath my bed for...well, who knows how long! I honestly do not remember ever buying it. Did someone buy it for me and then hide it? Did I sleep walk to the porn store? I mean really. WTF?

As far as finger vibes go, this one is pretty sweet. It has 5 different settings, as well as a intensity dial, and all those lovely doo-dad attachments. And extra batteries. And a sample of lube. AND instructions in English. It's like the BMW of adult novelties.

After (I konw, gross) sniffing the package many times to confirm that it hadn't be...used, I started playing around with it. Well, not PLAYING with it. Just pressing the buttons and what not. All in all, I'm very excited, though still somewhat perplexed on how I became the owner.

The sexy's back, folks.

By that, I mean a derivative of the work "sex" is once again associated with my career. Granted, it's in terms of sexual assault, but still. I'm getting closer.

I interviewed last week for a part time job at the place I also volunteer. I found out today I did get it. I'll be continuing to work also on a part time basis at the place I'm working at now, so all in all, I'll still be working full time. This job is very interesting and looks very promising. Plus, it's downtown, so I can walk to work, which is just simply fantastic!

Inside, I'm quietly celebrating, but I've been...not quite myself the last two weeks ago, so hopefully I can engage in a proper celebration soon. But in the meantime; "yay".