Viddy Documentation: 67 Days

Here is another awkward viddy documentation of my voice change. There's a bit o' difference!



In other news, yesterday was my brother's birthday. Aww, a little Valentine baby! It was oodles of aging fun. Most of it was spent with my mom, dad, brother, and his girlfriend.

Speaking of family and spending time together, I have numerous traumatizing memories of scratching my dad's pimply back. Zits popping, pus and blood under my fingernails. My brother also developed backne and my mom would pop his back pimples and put medicine on them. Me, on the other hand - I've never had a back pimple. Yet, last night, there I was, head in my mom's lap while she popped my backne. Gah, seriously. The shame.

I really shouldn't share this kind of flattering information. I'm becoming more of an irresistible Casanova every day.

Ahem, moving on, later in the evening we went to see a picture show that lacked a single uplifting moment - 'Revolutionary Road'.

Well, I lie. There were a couple of uplifting moments, actually. For one, Kate Winslet was in it, who I'm entirely content gazing upon until there's no tomorrow. Unless she's in The Reader, where her presence isn't enough to redeem the boring and repetitive horror of it.

For another, a family came in where there were a few adults and literally about five little kids. They all come marching down the aisle, occupy sits up front. There were a total of two sex scenes in the movie and, during each, the family would rise, all of the children were marched out up the aisle (and all were curiously looking over their shoulders at the screen the entire way) then, after the scene, marched back down the aisle and into their seats.

Ha! Oh boy.

And, on another uber uplifting note, after my first experiencing using a non-solo mens restroom I've been on a kick, exclusively using mens restrooms in public left and right with zero incidents. Last night was particularly uplifting because the restroom was more packed than I'd ever experienced thus far.

First, I held the door open for a feller who was exiting and he thanked me. Then, every single urinal was taken and as I approached the first stall and went to open the door, low and behold, there was a person in there urinating.

I was stunned. From my experience in womens restrooms it's exceptionally rare and a definite accident if the stall door of an occupied stall is open. And it always results in an embarrassing, apology-ridden incident.

I didn't let my surprise show, though, and casually backed up and entered the stall next to it. When all was said and done, I stood at the sink amongst about 5 other individuals, washed my hands, dried them, walked out. No second looks. No comments. No gasps. No security.

When it comes to bidness in mens restrooms, I purchased 'The Pissin' Passin' Packer' from DJ Knows Dicks on Friday which I'm all giddy aboot. The desire behind it is multi-functional, see. Not only will it make it much more comfortable to use mens restrooms for me (i.e. having the option to stand at a urinal or at the toilet in a stall, if necessary), but I'm also anticipating that it's going to feel "whole" to some extent.