June 9th, 2008.
Current mood:
I saw a lot of kids playing, i saw one little chubby boy wearing jeans and a hoodie, even though it was an uncommon shorts and t-shirt day here in SF. As a kid i rarely went to the beach, and never really enjoyed it too much when i did. As a little fatty, i didn't really ever embrace an occasion that required the wearing of few clothes, sure that cute little fucker felt the same.
I started thinking about when i was a kid and some of the strange things i used to think were completely normal back then, but now i see how fucked up they were. For example, when i was about 4 i would pound on the door asking to be let into the toilet while my mom was peeing, she let me in a couple of times and i proceeded to tell her that i thought her vagina had teeth. Even though at the time i didn't fully understand what a vagina was, I clearly remember being convinced hers had teeth.
At around 5 i developed a mysterious aversion to toilets. I believe I held all bowel movements in for 6 weeks, though in retrospect, it seriously cannot have been that long. I took to peeing anywhere and everywhere i could. I wish i was making this up, but unfortunately i really am not. My 2 piss venues were out of the lounge window into the back garden and behind a sofa in the lounge. One morning i was taking a leak behind the sofa and my mom caught me. I was told off so thoroughly i think i was shaking a bit. I remember my Mom saying sternly "I thought i could smell wee Gemma!" I never pissed behind the couch or out of the window ever again and the toilet hiatus was broken. I knew i was doing wrong but each piss out of the toilet was a like a mini adventure and it got kind of addictive.
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