brotherjo
brotherjo: no commercials, no mercy
brotherjo

Hearted. That was awesome.

Yep, me too.

I love wearing ridiculous things on my head. Always have. This is why I'd make a dynamite British aristocrat.

I am hereby inviting myself to your fabulous hat party.

Boyfriend-Jo and I have figured out the whole space thing pretty much by accident. Once a week he disappears for a night or two so he can game with his friends an hour away. I know those nights we won't have much contact, so unless it's critically urgent that we speak I don't even try. His work schedule is drastically

JEALOUS.

I love you for this. I'm a big fan of Carl Sagan and Cosmos. I think tonight I'll pop a few more episodes on the Instant Queue for my alone time.

I'm an introvert who also didn't get parental attention, but no matter. Like you, I require a pretty large chunk of alone time on a regular basis. This is one reason I really love housesitting. I'll go off to wherever for a couple of days or a week, and I'll make no social plans, and it's perfect. Just me and the pets

Boyfriend-Jo (who is a distant cousin of the Cyrus family through his mother): What?? He needs to die.

I saw an Angry Birds Tattoos on WTF Tattoos this morning. I wish I was kidding.

Someday if I can ever get into grad school I want to provide counseling to people newly diagnosed with a chronic disease like diabetes or MS. If there are laws in place like this once I get licensed, can I refuse to provide counseling to bigots and evangelicals, on the grounds that they offend my morality? Because I

I could have a lot of fun as a High Priestess of Feminism. Our robes will be comfortable and loose, allowing for full range-of-motion, and they'll be made of something soft, breathable, organic, fair-trade, and machine washable.

I'm afraid of mandolins. The kitchen thing, not the instrument. They just seem so rife with horrible possibility.

A couple months ago I grated my thumb, right on the joint. It bled so much I very nearly went to the ER. Until the scar formed it hurt like hell. Scabs are not forgiving.

Sometimes I lament Boyfriend-Jo's rather vanilla tendencies in bed, but reading this makes me happy that none of this would interest him at all. The best way to make him happy is to present him with a warm wet hole that's somehow attached to me. Very easy.

This was an inside joke between one of my exes and me for a while. During a random time when we were both naked one of us would grab the other's nips and try to find an NPR station.

I'm not in NYC but I do know that some of the high schools around here have cell signal blockers on their campuses. It's not that hard from what I understand. And if you're in a concrete building, half your job is done for you.

Thanks! I sent a request to join.

I make no promises. He strikes me as the type who likes it rough, which is just fine by me.

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