I got bored today and took pictures of myself. This is the only clean one. The rest were dirty. And let me be the first to say that perhaps the least sexy thing that can possibly happen is getting a bunch of good clothed pics of yourself, taking a bathroom break, and realizing that your period has decided to make an appearrance unannounced. Thankfully this wasn’t one of those moments where The Shining-worthy torrents of blood and gore fill the room.

A couple of days ago I received an instant message from the owner of the very first erect penis I ever laid eyes upon - my first boyfriend. We exchange pleasantries about life and how he found me on Myspace, and I mention that doesn’t surprise me, since the only people who ever hit my homepage are looking for porn of some sort. This then progresses to whether I’m in the porn, or if it’s just porn in general. From there it derails into what kind of stuff I’ve done on cam and whether or not I’ve still got pictures. I send some of the cam archive stuff and some of a batch of pics I took of myself a couple of years ago, he offers to send a shot of his junk to my cell - “The only way my eyes will ever see your cock again is if your phone can send it to my email” I tell him - and he wonders why we never did much more than feel each other up when we were 15. We say our goodbyes, and I go to lunch. I come back to an email from his phone. This morning he messages me to tell me his wife checked his phone and was not pleased with him sending the picture to me. Whoops.

The other night I had a dream that I was part of the camera crew on Survivor. Very strange. That doesn’t compare to last night’s dream, where I was at Greene airport for softball tryouts, and the coaches were dropping the balls from out of flying planes. And then there was a tornado that suddenly formed right where we all were running around. Oh, and as if that wasn’t strange enough, Lindsey Lohan was there.

We got word last week that Eddie’s biological father had died (Eddie doesn’t remember him at all), and didn’t leave a will. We were asked to ship up copies of all of Eddie’s adoption paperwork, and while going through it discovered that it doesn’t look like it was an adoption, but rather just a name change, and the dead guy is still listed as his father on the birth certificate. We’re not sure exactly what sort of estate there is, if any, so we also sent up power of atorney paperwork to his mom so she can handle things for us up there. At this point, any sort of money would be good.