You can’t put your arms around a dirty gangbang cumshot.

Oh god, I’m so bored. Not in this moment—just in general. (Which is worse?)

My weekend was full as ever—constructive and productive mixed with fun and frivolous. And yet, come Monday morning my body sighs not with the resignation of the return to another workweek, but with the realization that my eyes are opening to yet another day.

This weekend certainly transcended the mundane for two of my dear friends, as they welcomed a brand new baby girl into the world! She’s their first child, and really, the first child in this particular circle of friends. So that’s fun, and has the potential to lift some of the boredom, I suppose. I’m a good uncle.

But, ew. Finding meaning in the vicarious pleasures of other people’s family lives? That just seems kind of…gross to me. Voyeuristic, almost. But that’s life, I suppose.

This is life, I suppose.