Please. Don't worry about me.

I know what I'm doing. (I have no idea what I'm doing.)

I'm comfortable with the distance. (Nobody local would treat me so well.)

I won't get hurt. (I'll stop being the bold one.)

The sex is great. (The sex is fucking awesome.)

So we're agreed?

Tomorrow I go to an appointment for birth control. No prospects ahead, however. Is this akin to keeping a fire extinguisher in your car? Hanging onto unused plastic forks for "just in case"? Some say the universe is a funny place. Can't it just be thoughtful instead?

The internet is never boring.

I discovered that someone searched for "ass caviar" and my weblog responded.

Good for you, my dirty, dirty blog.