yeah, i said "cum rag"

i'm listening to pork soda, released by primus in 1993. i haven't listened to this in over 10 years. i found it in the discount bin at the local cd shop and couldn't resist. my favorites were, and still are "my name is mud" and "nature boy." i almost didn't buy it though because i thought it would reek of highschool too much. thankfully i've been able to listen to it with a "fresh ear."

m. and i went to the history of violence last night. david cronenberg is a subversive freak and i love it. when we got back to my house, i made us some tea. i never really got to drink my tea because m. was naked almost as soon as we got upstairs. i'll spare you the gory details but i have to say m. is a subversive freak and i love it. it's always weird coming downstairs to use the bathroom after m. and i have just fucked our brains out. can my room mates hear us? we try to be quiet but, you know, whatever. does our heterosexual passion gross out the lesbians and they're just too polite to say anything? i hate coming downstairs in my bathrobe (which is really just a bath towel) to get a "cum rag" or to use the shower for a quick rinse and meesh will just be sitting at the dining room table reading. is she really reading or is she just too traumatized to move or say anything?

my mouth still hurts, but i think it may be getting better. i still wake up every night in excruciating pain, though. maybe i need to elevate my head. you know, like sleep propped up a bit. i don't know. what do you think? maybe i'll actaully get some useful blog spam commentary, not the private road construction one again. i just don't understand it.