Kdogg called me today so we could talk SEA (Southeast Asia) and stuff. We've realized that we are leaving in five weeks, and have essentially prepared nothing.
As a matter of fact, until just a few hours ago, we feared that Kdogg was not arriving an hour after me, but in fact an hour and a DAY after me, which would have left me sleeping in the Bangkok airport all night. I would have just slung a sign around my neck that said, "Skank Ass Ho" and hope she would have found me. I fear people would have thought I was just labelling myself, though, when really it would have been a joke on her, done in the style of the taxi people hoping to give a ride to the business executive named Mr. Johnson or Mr. Rodriguez.
In the end, however, things worked out. No need for the ridiculous taxi sign. We'll get the misquito nets over there. I'll be the insect reppellent here. She'll buy film in California. Etc. This is a very international operation, here.
I spent the entire day talking. For people who know me, you also know that this means I've had a wonderful day. After yesterday's insanity, I was so happy to live a day where I smiled more than I cried.
Beccarah came over and she distracted me from the "homework" I was doing. I had told her on the phone that it was an intense study day, but that she should come over and that I would take a short "break." When she knocked on my door, it turned out that I was in the middle of rearranging my closet (homework my ass). It was easy for her to sway me into getting a quick coffee that lasted two hours.
Then I headed home and Kdogg called. We talked for over an hour. Pricey, by our standards. Then my sister IMed me, and I told her I'd call. So I did. And we talked briefly (for us... which means about 20 minutes).
Then the Boy and I went out to a healthy dinner where I taught him about realistic rubber torsos for male pleasure and dildos. He was fascinated. The conversation lasted at least an hour.
Overall, a good day. Coffee, travel, and masturbation toys. Nothing gets more exciting than that.
Sounds good to me.. but.. realistic rubber torsos? Do I really want to know?
No, not really. I saw how dildos and torsos are made on "Real Sex "on HBO once when I was home with jet leg and watching tv at 3 am. The really funny part was once they went to the factories, and all these Asian ladies with their lab coats on were painting the body parts to make them look more realistic. I laughed a lot.
Oh, it's real, alright.
www.realdolls.com
OOPS.
WWW.REALDOLL.COM
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Is realdolls even worse? :P
In a way, the dolls seem better to me than the pelvis/torso. There's something morbid about just buying a torso, whereas with the doll you at least have the illusion of having a full person with you. (You can, by the way, buy the pelvis and breasts seperately, but then you lie them on the bed... or floor or whatever your fancy may be. Creeeeepy)
Yeah, I agree... buying disembodied "bits" for pleasure is a bit... odd....
Not to say that buying a life size doll isn't odd :P
Hey, nice makeover on the site. Damn, I really must do something like this myself, eventually. Argh!
Anyway... Bangkok. You know, I once spent a sleepless night at the airport. If you need some info on Bangkok, just drop me a line. I've passed through there a couple of times so far (just like every foreign teacher in Korea) and while I am far from an expert I may be able to give you some advice.
The Bangkok Airport, by the way, is not a nice place to spend a sleepless night. Not as scary as some airports in the world, but not so very nice until you pass through into the international departures terminal. I saw about three fights, a couple of attempted thefts, and a lot of plain brown walls. Ugh!
Where in SEA will you be going?