And of course I'm having another battle between my conscience and my instincts. If you read
Ooh, my hairy phallic cactus is growing these little things on the top of it, like buds of arms or something. The tip of it gets squished or broken every time it goes in the car, but if I water it every week, it grows new stuff pretty quickly. Hey, if the tip starts sprouting off in different directions, it won't look phallic any more, and I won't snicker every time I look at it. Hehe my housemates once told me it looked phallic, and I haven't been able to get that out of my head ever since. Gosh, I'm so immature, I have a 3rd grade sense of humor. Male anatomy still cracks me up. If I ever get around to losing my virginity, I'll probably end up pointing and laughing at my significant other's package, and he'll take it the wrong way and get all offended and stuff. Oh well. Heh... right, cactuses. Never grab a cactus in the dark. Ouch.