So I went to a sex club. And I cried a lot.
We left. I cried some more. We talked about it. We tracked down some cheese curds, and because cheese is my life, my mood did a complete 180. Then we decided to go back in a couple weeks.
Posting this publicly is making me shit 100% of the bricks in the entire world.
The title is not a lie, so if you don’t want to read about me going to a sex club, TURN BACK NOW. That said, this is about as tame as it gets. Like, if you’re picturing some 50 Shades shit, calm yo ass. It’s mostly just me describing articles of clothing and referring to sex as “banging.”
Aight. You’re still here? And thus, presumably, not related to me? Good.
(My titling game is as strong as ever, obvi.)
Hi guys! GUESS WHAT?
Shortly after quitting social media, I got STUPIDLY SICK FOR 2 WEEKS.
Which means, on top of giving up my internetzzzz, I also gave up smoking and drinking and marijuana which I guess is also smoking, except I use a vaporizer, so. SO.
Basically, 100% of my bandages were torn off simultaneously, due to circumstance. IT WAS GREAT, and by great I mean terrible, and by terrible I mean not that bad, actually!
I had a good weekend. I hid in a cabin with The Fam and abused my internal organs between extended naps. Now it’s Monday, and my feels are a little like this: