Over the weekend Tom’s going to be doing a major upgrade of all our computers. The main thing with my two is that they’ll be faster and will have more space. The only sucky thing is that it’ll delete all my cookies and fields and I’ll have to start all over again with that.

I still have no desire to get it on with Tom. I feel certain it’s a combination of things like age, how long we’ve been together, the fact that we’ve been “just friends” for so long, his own lack of desire, and knowing we’d only get it on a few times if we did so in the first place just to drop it indefinitely. Also, while I’m mighty glad he can stand to keep from cumming and keep the sheets clean, it still feels weird with me being the “man” in that I’m the only one to get off if I could ever cum again by him in the first place. It always puts a person in an awkward position when their partner doesn’t really want to participate and has sex for them rather than with them. That’s the way I’d want it to be for the most part, however, if we both got up the desire because I’m a little selfish sexually and because I don’t want a kid.

Tom pointed out yesterday as we were walking back from the store that the so-called “parking lot” that I thought was on the property of the house diagonally across from us is actually a street where the houses across from us park. I was surprised. From here it looks like it’s on that one lot. So I’m still doomed for that inevitable barking when someone moves in. I’ll just try to be glad it could never be as close or as loud as the shit of a dog we had to live with on Shasta. God, I hope whoever moved in there gave her hell about the dog and TV and made her life total hell! Anyway, it will still be bad enough as it will be close enough to be plenty audible.

I won another song from Napster which I never received the redemption code for, and a book I’m sure I won’t want, so I’ll add it to my yard sale pile.