Having finished up some work, about to head off to the dentist and run errands and thinking about a reading I gave myself earlier that either indicates I am holding myself back out of fear of failure, things are just going to magically work out so I should STFU or I really just want someone to pay my damn bills, I have taken on a new mantra: I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. Now, you know.
I am about to say the most unthinkable statement that has ever come out of my head. Well, no, there have been plenty of these thoughts, but this is the one I choose to admit. Based on my blazing entry into fertility yesterday (just scroll down, k?), I have been walking around naked, wearing only a cock ring. Name that movie and the first celebrity I wanted to… oh fuck, I can’t take this. Oh, that wasn’t the unthinkable statement. I’m drawing out the anticipation, yo. My mind...
