Yes, this is a thing.

Though, if you ask me – the iPad fleshlight “docking station” was an inevitability. There have been case mods for computers with rubbers vaginas long before this – because there is something ingrained in a certain subset of our culture that everything needs to be made fuckable. It also has to do with convenience and minimalism as well, though. I mean – sure… I could have a tablet AND a fleshlight, but why NOT combine them both? I mean, it’d save on the number of things for me to grab if there was ever an apartment fire, right? Kinda genius when you think about it.

It would also make me get more use out of my “pictures of the small of a man’s back” folder… though I think I would be more and more tempted to just pull out and ‘finish’ all over my iPad screen if that were the case. Come to think of it, I should probably buy stock in the screen shield companies…

This is, of course, implying that I HAVE an iPad, which I do not. I do have an iPod touch, which I think would be dwarfed if I duct taped a fleshlight to it. I mean, sure – I could queue up some porn and go to work with that – but with the brightness that the screen would need to be set at for me to be able to actually see it at the distance it would be, it would make things challenging. Literally, it would be a race against time to see if I could finish before my battery died.

And that doesn’t necessarily sound like a ton of fun to me!

I should mention that it’s a rare occasion when I’m writing this blog when I’m not totally exhausted! I know, that means I don’t have ANY excuse for my poor blogging skills now, but that’s neither here nor there. You see – I’m writing this immediately after coming home from work, because my darling man is still asleep. Why? Because he had insomnia last night starting at around 3am, and then he had to wait up all day for UPS to arrive with the mystery package.

What’s in the mystery package?! I don’t know. Why? Because they apparently showed up and decided not to ring our buzzer. I would give them a little bit of slack if this weren’t the THIRD time this has happened. And not just that this is the third time I’ve received a notice, but every time there is a package that requires a signature: we end up getting 2 notices and then have to call and say we’ll pick it up. And when there is no required signature – they usually leave it somewhere outside for us to find out around the apartment building, like it’s an Easter Egg hunt.

Now, we’ve never been rude, or even taken them to task over this… Though I have to say: if the pizza guy can ring our buzzer successfully in his many incarnations – why can’t the UPS guy? This makes me sad, because it means I’m going to have to go out tonight to pick the package up.

Grrr…

Regardless, it’s getting closer to Friday and pay day – which means I’ll hopefully be able to get my car fixed. There is nothing worse than that paranoid feeling that comes with wondering if my next trip to work is going to be the last my car will make.

Blah!