So I am still waking up in the middle of the night after dreams of bizarre sea creatures and then I find long unending questions popping up in my head about that section of the site. Like: exactly how does a giant whale or horse dick get delivered to your home (and because it just can't seem to be said enough WHY?!)? I mean, how exactly does the UPS guy (or chick) lug that thing around all day? What happens when they get to your door? Aren't they like "Holy fuck this is a huge package (...totally unintended)? What the hell is it?" Then they ring your door bell and your all "It's a ...a...fishing rod...for catching whales...NO, NO not whales! It has nothing to do with whales!...barracuda...that's a fish right? Cause it sounds kind of dirty? Um...*signs for delivery, slams door*
For some reason I have the overwhelming urge to find someone who will throw on a whale (shark) costume, run door to door with that thing, ring the bell, yell "Candy Gram!" and whip it out.
Oh and yeah...it's official I now have Clifford induced PTSD. My shrink is gonna love this!

Hmmm, interesting. Facebook keeps asking me if I want ferrets. No lie. I did have ferrets, once. All of a sudden I'm confused what it's REALLY asking. Either way (bizarre kinky euphemism or real ferrets) I don't want any. Don't see a setting for species: Human, non-Furry.

Yet another reason to be slightly (or very, I haven't made up my mind yet) mad I was adopted out of Colombia to cold, cold, ever so cold, Michigan. No, no I get the tired old "I trudged X miles up hill in the knee deep snow to get to school." I wonder if there is a zipline equivalent story like that over there?