Wrinkly shirts and warm beds..
This is weird.. When I opened this page I felt like I had loads to write about, but now.. I can’t figure out why I can’t think of anything to write.
Yesterday’s documentary was interesting. I feel so sorry for those men. They get breasts when they’re teenagers, go to the doctor who manages to botch up the surgery completely and they still have to live in shame and not dare to go out topless. Like after this one man’s surgery, he was still in square one. The only difference being that instead of having breasts he had these dents in their place. It just looked so awful. What on earth were those surgeons thinking? Then the week before, the topic of the documentary was PSAS. Persistant Sexual Arousal Syndrome. It can’t be fun living with that. Especially if you’re like Heather who lives in the middle of the U.S. where everyone’s really religious. Jeannie had a good sense of humor about it though: “I’ve heard that when women hit menopause, their desire to have sex diminishes. It’d be just my luck that I’d be the oddball..” or something like that. At the end when everyone who was interviewed met up, it looked like they were having a ball discussing different types of sex toys. They had only just met, but instantly bonded. It’s not easy finding people you click with right away. Granted they all shared the same problem which made it a bit easier to relate to the other person, but even then being able to trust someone enough so quickly can’t be a piece of cake.
On a related note, I read in the newspaper that this one Hungarian (or was it Bulgarian?) man has invented a musical condom. The piece the condom plays is determined by the tempo of the thrusting.. I guess must’ve been really bored if he wanted to invent something like that.
Why is it so cold in this house all the time? I think there’s a door open somewhere. I really want to go somewhere where there’s sunshine and warmth. Even if it’s just for a week. I’m just so sick of winter, the cold, the snow.. Sure it’s really pretty sometimes, but then there’s the darkness to cope with as well. I don’t like the dark. I need sunshine. I need to go out into the fresh air and not have my face completely frozen in the first few minutes I’m there. I guess you could say that I’m a summer person. There’s this theory that a person likes most the season in which they were born in. And in my case, it’s true. I love summer the most. Spring and fall are okay.. I mean, it’s nice seeing the trees slowly become greener and everything in bloom and then later seeing it all change into reds and oranges with the air becoming a bit crisper each day. But it’s nothing to compared to summer. Summer is when you have no worries, just enjoying the sunshine and blue skies and warm weather. I don’t think I’d want to live in a Floridian climate for the rest of my life, but I know that I can’t cope with the Finnish type either. Maybe something from in between.. like Southern France? Or Northern Florida. There the temperature drops to about 0 C during the winter, but it’s not rainy or snowy.. just cold. And cold is good when it’s winter. Then there’s the sunshine that warms you up during the day. And there’s an equal amount of sunshine every single day.
I want to visit Ireland. I don’t really know why. There’s something about their music, their accents.. their mythology. Very fascinated by it. Not that keen on the weather there though. From what I’ve been told, it’s raining there all the time. Can’t be as bad as that one year in Belgium though. The winter 01-02 it rained almost every day. So it was quite a shock when spring came and there was actually some sunshine. And I of course managed to burn my skin in just 30 mins of being outside. It didn’t feel like there was the chance that I could burn. I blame the slight breeze for that.
Only 8 more nights to go. I’ll get my spring sooner than everyone stuck here. ^_^