If your relationship worked like a fabric fastener,
Would it be: button-n-hole, velcro, hook-n-eye, snap, or zipper. They are all made up of co-dependent components. And with each relationship, one part feels more dominant than the others. The scratchy side of velcro strikes me as downright abusive, and the zipper somewhat threesome-esque.
So yes, I did not fall down a hole and die. And I still work with clothing.
It's been the usual parade of small adventures; some costumed, some not. The relationship was rocky for a bit; but communication seems to have salvaged us. It is love; but that doesn't make it easy. I'm learning to ask, nay demand (nicely) what I want. And in doing so, I may yet 0rga5m before I reach thirty. There, I said it. Many have tried, none have succeeded. And if I lied, it was because I loved you....or wanted you to lay off.
The club has been good for me, though my introverted tendencies keep me pretty touristy. Dressing up, dancing, drinking, and delivering a little pain upon request might be all I want right now.
It's hard to ask yourself what you want and get any sort of a straight answer.
I've made several new friends; which I definitely DID want. Mmmm, warm, fuzzy, wicked thoughts....
I have a working rain barrel, a little garden, two baby blueberry bushes, and a tiny chinese chestnut tree.
Also, I might have termites. Ah, Nature.
To further sing the poor lil'white girl blues: the back window of my car was mysteriously broken, our hours at the shop have been shaved down, and my most recent self-administered haircut didn't turn out so hot(my mistake was being sober at that time).
In the coming month I'm scheduled to: hike at Great Falls again with Mista Jones (and hopefully Kaia, Winnie, & Jay), dress as a mermaid and be a spokesmodel for a canine cancer benefit, and participate in a research study through VCU's psychology department.
By the way:
Kaia and I are hook-n-eye.
I'm hook.
So yes, I did not fall down a hole and die. And I still work with clothing.
It's been the usual parade of small adventures; some costumed, some not. The relationship was rocky for a bit; but communication seems to have salvaged us. It is love; but that doesn't make it easy. I'm learning to ask, nay demand (nicely) what I want. And in doing so, I may yet 0rga5m before I reach thirty. There, I said it. Many have tried, none have succeeded. And if I lied, it was because I loved you....or wanted you to lay off.
The club has been good for me, though my introverted tendencies keep me pretty touristy. Dressing up, dancing, drinking, and delivering a little pain upon request might be all I want right now.
It's hard to ask yourself what you want and get any sort of a straight answer.
I've made several new friends; which I definitely DID want. Mmmm, warm, fuzzy, wicked thoughts....
I have a working rain barrel, a little garden, two baby blueberry bushes, and a tiny chinese chestnut tree.
Also, I might have termites. Ah, Nature.
To further sing the poor lil'white girl blues: the back window of my car was mysteriously broken, our hours at the shop have been shaved down, and my most recent self-administered haircut didn't turn out so hot(my mistake was being sober at that time).
In the coming month I'm scheduled to: hike at Great Falls again with Mista Jones (and hopefully Kaia, Winnie, & Jay), dress as a mermaid and be a spokesmodel for a canine cancer benefit, and participate in a research study through VCU's psychology department.
By the way:
Kaia and I are hook-n-eye.
I'm hook.