owie, also, TMI.
If you are offended by adult language and situations, what the hell are you doing reading my journal?
It just continues to be a good news/bad news kind of life. You know, had some fun on Saturday/woke up with my back out on Sunday. Less pain today, but still stiff and ouchie. But hey! I got new sneakers Friday so at least my feet and shins don't hurt on top of it, that helps. So instead of bitching about my weekend, have instead some random observations and comments I thought but was polite enough NOT to actually say out loud:
Dammit, really, I am pleased that you like zaftig/rubenesque/pleasantly plump chicks like me, but STOP FUCKING SHAKING MY STOMACH, jiggling like a bowlfull of jelly is for Santa and I am NOT wearing a red suit. Also, keep your fingers/tongue/cock out of my navel. NOT an erogenous zone. Srsly. Find out where my erogenous zones are and see how happy I can make you in return, I'm sayin'.
Stop fucking asking me how you compare to the other men I have been with. Or I will tell you and really fuck you up. Really, do you actually want to know where you rank among the fiftysome people I have had relations with? I thought not.
Kissing with no tongue is like... like... cake with no frosting, steak with no taters, um... yeah, disappointing.
.:EDIT:.
OMG I forgot this one:
Stop trying to feed me! Gods above and below, I do not want nor need to eat every thirty minutes. If you have a hypoglycemia problem, I will be happy to accommodate, honest, but I don't eat that often, really, appearances aside!
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So yeah. Fun was had. But not that much fun.
I should not bitch! I have a date for tomorrow night. With someone else entirely. Wee Fun.
Looks like my social life is picking up. Yay Universe, thanks for hearing my plea.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
In other news, Cake and Ice Cream at my house Saturday evening. Local? Want to stop by and help me destroy the evidence of my birthday? 6pm, my place. Email me for address/directions.
It just continues to be a good news/bad news kind of life. You know, had some fun on Saturday/woke up with my back out on Sunday. Less pain today, but still stiff and ouchie. But hey! I got new sneakers Friday so at least my feet and shins don't hurt on top of it, that helps. So instead of bitching about my weekend, have instead some random observations and comments I thought but was polite enough NOT to actually say out loud:
Dammit, really, I am pleased that you like zaftig/rubenesque/pleasantly plump chicks like me, but STOP FUCKING SHAKING MY STOMACH, jiggling like a bowlfull of jelly is for Santa and I am NOT wearing a red suit. Also, keep your fingers/tongue/cock out of my navel. NOT an erogenous zone. Srsly. Find out where my erogenous zones are and see how happy I can make you in return, I'm sayin'.
Stop fucking asking me how you compare to the other men I have been with. Or I will tell you and really fuck you up. Really, do you actually want to know where you rank among the fiftysome people I have had relations with? I thought not.
Kissing with no tongue is like... like... cake with no frosting, steak with no taters, um... yeah, disappointing.
.:EDIT:.
OMG I forgot this one:
Stop trying to feed me! Gods above and below, I do not want nor need to eat every thirty minutes. If you have a hypoglycemia problem, I will be happy to accommodate, honest, but I don't eat that often, really, appearances aside!
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
So yeah. Fun was had. But not that much fun.
I should not bitch! I have a date for tomorrow night. With someone else entirely. Wee Fun.
Looks like my social life is picking up. Yay Universe, thanks for hearing my plea.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
In other news, Cake and Ice Cream at my house Saturday evening. Local? Want to stop by and help me destroy the evidence of my birthday? 6pm, my place. Email me for address/directions.