toilet slave

for those who wanted an intelligent post from me, get out now while you can, coz the next few words will not only shock you, repulse you and generally upset you, it will also make you keep reading every revolting word until you've come to the end of this post and then you shall realize how pointless and irrelevant this post actually was.... (i shall quit the self-deprecation nonsense, actually personal-blog-deprecation NOW).

ah yes, so as i was saying (is it just me or is there a stupid lag in the create post section, as in, the typed words take about a millisecond too long to appear on screen, creating the illusion that maybe you've had too much of coffee/acid/weed.... wishful thinking much?)

ahh well, yes.. toilet slave. A toilet slave, is, yes, you've guessed correct, a person who is enslaved to using the toilet... actually your wrong.

it actually means, that if a person is a toilet slave, he/she gets sexual pleasure out of peeing/defaecating (i really don't want to be a prude, but i'm taking a pseudo Victorian lady stance here) in his/her partner's mouth. By implication, this also means that the partner enjoys it too considering that he/she consented to it... i mean there are certain things we don't like but still do to please our significant others but come on, there is a limit right? so therefore i would assume that putting weird ass shit into your mouth (excuse the lame ass but appropriate pun, oo look i punned again) would only be consented to if it actually bought sexual pleasure in turn too.. maybe the person who eats the shit in the first place is the one who gets sexual pleasure, i.e. he/she thou ingests is toilet slave?

so..

spit or swallow ----> chew, eat or spit?

right.. so actually, our first definition is not all that wrong.. its just that we need to change our perspectives of what a toilet is, i.e. in this case, a human mouth. hmmm bad taste in your mouth yet? (ooo pun)

but, to be truthful, i've felt like a toilet slave the past few days...

y'all can pick up those jaws from those clean singaporean floors now...

its just that, i've drunk a few too many coffees the past few days and that has consequently turned my stomach into an unyielding biatch.. so therefore all i can do.. is fervently hope for a decent bowel movement... ALL THE FRICKING TIME... like.. the choice of location for studying depends on where the nearest/cleanest toilet is... u know in case nature calls.. my momma always told me to be prepared... so im kinda a toilet slave.. but strictly in a traditional sense.. so ppl... don't get scared ok..

Victorian lady stance my ass..

ok got to run... will blog later on interesting(mundane) and not-so-repulsive stuff... but hey.. it is life..must discuss.. however distasteful..

everyone these days has a comment at the end (or beginning) informing us about which song they've got playing on their comps.. so im gonna do it myself...

Song/s of the moment

David Gray- This Year's Love
Rufus Wainwright- The Art Teacher
George Michael & Aretha Franklin- I knew you were waiting
Damien Rice- Cold Water

Playing Now: Bin Tere Sanam

Chatting to: Soon-to-be-off-to-motherland-Pavs

Pining for: *blush

Ok now, i'm off... bless y'all.. i promise you i shall get a template for these random stats... and make myself a casuality of the same-boat-train... been there done that..