So we're finally home, resting, watching television with some Pie. The weekend was good, we ate too much food, I gained the five pounds I lost back again, but I love it. There is more, uhh, how do you say? Pushing for the cushion. More to grab, my boobs are bigger, I am more healthy, blah blah blah. I now plan not to mention my weight again, ( Read more... )

Music is booming, some mixed version of "I Just Died in Your Arms Tonight." Most people might think it's quite lame, but it's got a spunky groove that either A: Makes one want to jump up and down to the booming of the music, or B: Fuck like crazy. I am hoping for selection B, sounds like it may feel better and be ultimately more enjoyable. The ( Read more... )

It is so hot here, I am wilting and sleepy all the time. Hot, hot, hot. Good thing I am not made of chocolate.

Things are just too good. You know the feeling, right? Where things are so completely perfect that any minute you expect to see a goblin jump out from behind a corner, smacking you hard in the gut, stealing your alligator wallet and your boyfriend too? Oh, well, I guess it's just me, lalalalalalala. Seriously, though, life is sailing smooth, ( Read more... )

Your Ultimate Purity Score Is... CategoryYour Score Average Self-Lovin'10%
I wouldn't shake hands, if I were you 63.5%Shamelessness7.1%
For Christ's sake, put your clothes on! 78.3% Sex Drive 18.4%
Humps fire hydrants when nobody's looking76.5%Straightness0%
Knows the other body type like a map 42.7% Gayness 7.1%
Makes Dr. Frank-n-Furter look tame 81. ( Read more... )

So we have had a very productive day. It went something like this; We woke up, and sat around on the computer. We went to lunch, and sat around on the computer. We had dinner, and sat around on the computer. We had good sex somewhere in there, as well. So Dave was on yahoo! Messenger talking to guys here, who would maybe want to get crazy and ( Read more... )

I seem to make it a point to write here every two to three months, wouldn't want to wear out a good thing. Sam's Club now carries Fendi, Prada, and Gucci purses... For some reason this takes away the thrill of being a label whore, don't you think?

I fell down a hill in the desert today.... I was attempting to pull Dave's truck up said hill, set with a collar and a leash, in front of the truck. The hill was quite steep, and I lost my footing, and boom! I slid down the hill and around the truck, my collar AND leash broke, and I landed at the foot of the hill, bleeding and stupid. I heard ( Read more... )

Dave is off of work today, and my vote is to pack a picnic lunch, some pie, some beverages, some toys, and a camera, and then we climb into the new car and drive far out into the middle of the desert where we take pictures and such. He is still waking up, and I really can't force the issue, so I let time take us where it will, hmmmmmm ( Read more... )

What is up with all these people who write, but no one can understand what the fuck their talking about? Pompous assholes who believe that their only claim to fame is writing while using these words the size of freight trains which only two out of thirteen people actually know the definition to, blending their sentences together and fragmenting ( Read more... )