Spent another greuling day slinging dildos at the local feminist sex shop. Tired. Wanting some fucking edamame and peanut tofu. AGAIN. That was a lie. Part of it at least. Work is not hard....but merely boring. This guy has been calling all day making recommendations of toys that we should consider carrying. He must be lonely. I want a suicide girl to call my own. I have quickly fallen for a few particular girls and have yet to change my favorites because really, I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. I wonder if the girls get a tally of how many people have them listed as their favorite suicide girl. I appear to have an addiction to this site. I want the biggest glass of soda one can buy. I have quit drinking soda and I am miserable. I have a fairly erratic way of structuring this paragraph. Abrupt ending.
