My bum hurts. It feels great. The bruise hasn't surfaced yet, and I hope it's a good one when it does. "I knew he was there. I let it happen because I wanted to feel the pain*." I was told to watch out for that guy. But it was nice to go flying into the step in front of the bar. I love watching guys mosh by themselves. I had a big grin on for so much of the night. I drank pretty fast too. Oh nostalgia. I really needed that.

The other day, the Chronicle Herald had the following headline on the front page: "Casey refuses to bend." I turned to my husband and said "why don't you just take it?" I pointed to the paper when he asked what I meant, and then proceeded to talk about how much I'd like to peg him. "You know I've always wanted a penis." He wasn't sure if he should take me seriously or not.

*J Mascis is God. To some, maybe.

Three years ago, I started the day by touching myself.