But the reallyREALLY good news is… <font size=3>HE FOUND MY G-SPOT!!!</font size=3>
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to announce the glorious fact that for the first time in my entire life, a man has pleasured me the way I was meant to be pleasured. (gasp!) And then he went back and did it again (and again and again…)
(Thank you, darling. I love you SO much!)
StoryTyler
“Not everybody does it, but everybody should.” I Spy Ty.
Wow. How in the hell am I supposed to follow that?
My good news is simply this-there is now less than a month before the Springfield Doper meeting and subsequent unravelling of the spaec-time continuum.
He weathered a firestorm of agony and did not break.
And while Yori raged against his unbending
courage, we took Kyuden Hiruma back.
His loss is great, but so is the gift his suffering brought.
-Yakamo’s Funeral
Wow, Lucky, I hope the project works out. What a blessing for the people there.
My good news: My lung infection is clearing up nicely – one abscess is gone, the other is down to about 1/4 of its former size – and I may be able to get off these damn IV antibiotics in another week! Not spending three hours a day hooked up to an IV is definitely a happy prospect. And being able to go to work like everybody else, of course
Well ::sigh:: I’ll give this another try. Today I went outlet shopping with an old friend and found a dress that wasn’t too expensive and I didn’t hate too much. Had a decent margarita for lunch.
But then I went to another store and tried on a pair of jeans that were even a size bigger than my usual size and they were STILL too small and the zipper broke and I almost had a panic attack in the dressing room because I thought I’d be trapped in the jeans and when I finally got out of them I was so horrified that I didn’t say anything and just shoved them back on the shelf and now I’m going to burn in hell – oh, God why WHY WHY?
No news is good news. My son has a pinewood derby (scouts) tomorrow. We won’t win, we won’t come last.
I think I’ll join the dull guys club (there is one, on the net)
pessimistically,
sunbear
Poor voguevixen! The busted jeans were obviously defective, so they couldn’t have made you buy them anyway. Even if they were really tight, the zipper shouldn’t have broken on a single attempt to get 'em on. And don’t worry about the size thing, either; women’s sizes are labeled completely arbitrarilyy, as far as I can tell. I have “size 18” clothes that are too big, too small and just fine. I think it’s a conspiracy to keep us confused and demoralized.
Well, this isn’t anything anyone else would like, but I got a part time job with the library. I’m going to be a shelver there. It’s great for me cause I love reading and being around books and I loved being a shelver when I was a freshman in high school. So there’s the little bit of sunshine in my life.
When are you going to realize being normal isn’t necessarily a good thing?