Open Mouth, Insert..... Anything

Just a few observations from my day.

I have a serious oral fixation. I am constantly putting things in my mouth, lovingly sucking or chewing on them absentmindedly. I've always done it, from the time that I was a little kid, sucking on quarters and listening to my mother scream about how I was going to choke. I started smoking as a senior in high school because it seemed only logical to my dim-witted teenaged mind.

Today was funny because I was driving around towards the end of my work day, sucking on the end of a Sharpie marker like it was a cigar. I wasn't fully aware of just how into it I was until I looked over while stopped at a red light and saw the man in the car next to me staring, mouth wide open. I'm not sure if he thought I was doing it as a show for him, but when I caught his eye, a huge grin creeped across his face and he waved his fingers at me like a shy Japanese school girl.

I could delve into whether or not this has serious meaning to it, this need of mine to orally fondle random objects, but I haven't the energy to. So I'll just say that it's a carry-over of my fidgety nature. My knees constantly bounce, my hands are always finding objects to drum on a table, and my lips are happiest when there's something between them.

The second observation of the day is my PSH obsession. See, I just had my taxes done and decided to do a little shopping. The first thing that I go to buy when I've recently acquired money that I wasn't expecting (taxes, Xmas $, birthday $, etc) is books. I am a book hound. I love the smell of them, the feel of the pages skimming across my thumb, the way that a book feels tucked under my arm. I'd much rather drop a random $100 on books than CDs, DVDs, clothings, shoes, no name it.

So what's this PSH? Whenever I do buy books, I tend to buy them in threes. Paperback, Softcover, and Hardback. Perhaps there's a touch of OCD in me, where I just love having those 3 different shaped books in my hands, I don't know, but that's how I buy books. Today it was Jack Ketchums's "The Lost", Nikki Gemmell's "The Bride Stripped Bare," and Stephen King's "The Cell." Wheeeeeee. I love books. Especially when they sit in such a neat little pile like those 3 are doing next to my desk right now.

And final observation of the day is the most disturbing one.

I kept envisioning myself tracing a finger along the inside of a certain man's waistband, feeling material against my fingertip and the skin of his belly against my knuckle. Being such an avid reader, I've got the overactive imagination to go with it.

*SIGH*

Dude.... I'm never getting laid ever again, am I?