You know, I love this new vacuum. It's one of those bag-less wind tunnel things. Not bad, but it got clogged today and so I cleaned up the thing and washed the filter. Once it dries I'll finish the cleaning.
I moved out into an apartment when I was 18, and I never bought a vacuum for it. Never once did I vacuum the place, but I did sweep the carpet from time to time. I miss that old apartment. I mean, to be honest, there was nothing in particular that made the place anything fantastic. It was a segment of cloned blocks of apartments. I lived in the upstairs part. It was 2 bedroom, and I didn't have a room mate. (well, most of the time.) Though I had some great memories attached the the place.
I also never had a bed in the place. Actually, there was a bed. It was from the previous tenant, and it was in the room that I was going to make my studio. I kept it in there for a while, but never dressed it or used it.
There was a vibrating anal plug on the stove hood. My friend found it at our favorite little sex shop, and he bought it for me for my birthday. It was red, only about four inches long, and had a plunger on the end so you could stick it to the wall for "hands free fun!" I drove around with it on my windshield for an evening, and then suctioned it to the side of the stove hood and there it stayed for the year I was there. It was one of those things people would often miss, but when they did realize it was there, it was a great conversation piece.
I was going to start buying other strange sex toys and the get furniture to put it on, but I ended up not. I really wanted this giant dildo appropriately called "the Fist," and then I was going to buy a coffee table to put it on. The thing was about 18 inches long, and pretty scary looking. It would have been great. Never bought it. Wish I had.
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