I went to check in at my hair salon on Facebook, and I had not previously been aware of the nearby options, but this sounds like the itinerary for an excellent day.
(The middle one is a Mexican restaurant.)
Yes, because clearly I don’t get overstimulated ENOUGH in Target already…
Texting a friend about my plans to do some home organization this weekend…
Via Ms. Andry’s Bath House on Facebook, my new #goals for the evening
I disagree. Go ahead and do it. You deserve to be itchy.
Doctors Are Warning Against Using Lush’s Valentine’s Day Bath Bombs as Sex Toys
Today I learned that the Aquaman sex toy is a thing that exists.
And now you know, too!
You’re welcome.
Ahem, so… I have most packages delivered to my office, and my coworker just handed me this one.
It’s a candle. But that’s…REALLY not what it felt like…
“What about a giant, glowy ghost dildo? Do you need a giant, glowy ghost dildo?”
Text to friends this morning:
“Sometimes I forget I follow Kink Shoppe on Instagram, until I’m half-asleep and procrastinating getting out of bed and it’s like, “‘Oh, hey! Well, good morning to you, too, giant purple sex toys!’
P.S. Ha ha, my phone was at 37%. “My girlfriend sucked 37 dicks!” “In a row?!”
I’m unpacking while the cable guy is here, and now that I’ve happened upon the “nightstand” bag, it occurs to me that I could probably at least negotiate an FXX/HGTV upgrade…
Smug Singleton 