Tuesday, May 03, 2005
This is probably too much information for most of you, and as such I will spare you any forthcoming gory details.
I have a new toy. It's a rabbit.
But suffice it to say I won't be handing it to my little cousins to keep them occupied the next time they're over. That job will be reserved for Mashimaro.
Buying it made me a bit sad that this country is still so bloody repressed about sex. I can only imagine what those kinds of stores are like in more open-minded countries -- the kind of countries with red-light districts and legalized marijuana. It would be cool to have a relaxed place with couches and female staff rather than a seedy, brightly lit location where crusty-looking men pay for 25 cent peep show tokens and slither like overweight reptiles to the booths at the back of the room. The kind of place where everyone smells unwashed and movies go in categories like "Younger." Stores in this city are places I am actually afraid to go to alone. I always imagine that scene with Zed and the gimp in Pulp Fiction, and that's probably not too far from the truth.
Perhaps I could have a lot of fun in Amsterdam. In fact, all those places ending in 'dam are starting to sound pretty good to me. Legalized pot and cat insurance. What more could you want from life?
Anyway, I have to go fold my laundry.