Another uneventful corona day behind me. I had to stand for an hour in a long line outside the bike shop working on my face mask tan lines. It figures, that all didn’t go according to plan when I tred to exchange the wrong size brake pads for the right ones. “Oh, I am sorry, we don’t have those size!”, was the answer. Just, great! I tried to find to correct ones online afterwards. No, luck. The fuck SRAM, do I have to buy complete braking set again just to change the braking pads.
Everyone in the office was asked to come back to work on Monday. So, I guess this should mark the official end of the self-quarantine/stayathome edition of the quarantine.
If I picked anything from Daniel Defoe 's book A Journal of the Plague Year, I won’t attend any early End of Covid celebrations, I have no desires for the dead cart ride just yet.
Despite spending enormous amount of time watching videos about the virus, its workings, how it spreads, what it attacks, how dangerous it is, I am still in the dark regarding all those things. When the whole thing started, and we had reports it is only affecting the old people, the train of thought was in the direction ok, this will wipe out the ruling class, hence the quarantines, they don’t want to get infected by getting in contact with plebs. The thought did get some ground when there were headlines of the Pope, Ayatollah, Johnson, Trudeau, Merkel quarantined, Bolsonaro… But nothing really happened and two months later, lockdown measures are being relaxed, with no vaccine in sight, so I guess I could scratch that line of thought. No conspiracy here... yet
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