Day's almost over...

What a day.  I feel awful.  I'm not sure why.  Just kind of icky.  Not getting sick, though, I think.

So here's my icky story of the day which was really an icky story from last week which I simply wasn't ready to tell before.  Last week I got a mild case of thrush.  Near as I can despite doing my best to keep my tongue piercing clean the jewelry just had too many nooks and crannies and was breeding me bacteria.  Having changed the jewelry to something very plain, the infection has magically gone away.  However, you know, that's really kind of nasty.  So there's a lovely side effect of tongue piercing and jewelry.

A while back i was reading my old journal (the one before the current) which held a lot of the mundane stuff about my life.  I used to write about some of the weird customers who would come in.  I still kind of do.

Today a man came in and purchased some stuff and then wandered over to the magazines.  He started looking at some of the more risqué ones, and then started talking to me about them.

 "Taste some of the most beautiful women in the world?" he said. 

"What?  Where?" I asked.  He showd me.  "Hmm.  Look.  Don't start licking the pages, okay?  At least not in the store.  Do whatever you want at home."

He smiled and began to flip through, "Naw, I won't start licking the pages.  Wouldn't do anything for me.  Or her, either.  If I'm gonna lick it's going to be the real thing."

"I'm reasonably sure they're not offering that," I told him.  I thought about it for a moment and laughed, "you know, maybe it's like scratch and sniff."

"Ah, but if i'm going to scratch it's gonna be the real thing."

I tried to look horrified, "don't scratch!"

"Well, no I'd rub.  Much rather rub."

At which point I kind of wandered away.  A few minutes later he was still there.  And started talking to me again.

"You know, what's the point of a thong anyway?  This girl's wearing a thong and you know it's all hangin' out anyway.  Why have that little piece of fabric anyway?" 

I stared at him.

"Cuz you know, I hear about the panty lines but we men be lookin' for them.  And if you ain't got any we be thinkin' you ain't wearing no drawers."  And yes, he did just suddenly start talking that way out of the blue, perhaps trying to up his street cred while in uniform.  "So why wear 'em?"

I continued to stare at him saying nothing for a second before saying "You know... I'm not sure I feel comfortable answering that question for you.  But you know... at least you feel like you're still wearing underwear."

He brought over the magazine and showed me, "see?  It's all hanging out.  And you know we be looking RIGHT there if you dont' have that crease.  No underwear."

And it got me to wondering whether he was looking for a crease on my pants.  Because I do have one... just not where he was pointing.  At which point I wasn't really sure I wanted him to think about my underwear at all.

He eventually left.  But it was really weird.  Out of the blue.  Maybe he's lonely. 

Meanwhile this hot young marine (I believe he's a marine he wasn't in uniform but I seem to remember him being a marine) came in and left.  Hypermasculine  little hottie with his cologne.  I can still smell him.  Delicious.