After I cum my mind turns a soft white for several minutes, and after a while slowly condences into a few forms… memories of the day, plans for tomorrow, dreams I hope to realize one day. Usually I end up watching the kitty klock’s tail bob back and forth until I wake up the next morning.

The last thing that made me cry… I wrecked my car. This was the early part of 2000. I am one of those people that got attached to their first car. I of course got one just like it, only cooler.

I stopped crying because I had nothing left to cry about. I am of course still sad about the event, but the damage is repaired and the scar is barely noticable. Nothing has happened to cause crying since. Well, maybe a little, in September…

My underwear drawer has folded up undies on the left, and on the right, socks folded in half. Sometimes there are more socks than undies, sometimes not. The dividing line moves back and forth to mirror my life: at the high points I remember to do laundry more and at the low points I change my socks more often.

My first memory, I think, is of my riding my bike (with training wheels) into the back of a truck parked over the sidewalk. I was looking behind me at something else. I was 3, I think.

please share more commandments of the jodiverse. I like #5, I believe I shall adopt it.