I feel like it is still best that I run my hobbies on a “better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission” basis and just fucking go for it while Loony is at work. Or out of town.
It is a fact that titties have less calories than deviled eggs.
And to think that MPT was super stressed out that I would blog about a pretty amazing conversation we had about her butthole the other day. I’m classier than that. I try to only share my secret weird obsessions.
Lately I’ve been more into doing things than writing about them. The breakneck pace I’ve been keeping since June has finally come to a halt and I can focus my energies inward rather than getting ready for the next big trip/event/guest. I am grateful for all my experiences and wouldn’t miss seeing my guests for […]
Potty training, pee fetishes, and other things you don’t want to read about.
We talked. First about her, then about me. I talked to her about what it’s like to care for someone with advancing dementia.
To keep my gym membership or not? That is the question. The truth is that I don’t need the gym, I like the gym. Yes, I don’t get distracted from my workouts when I’m at the gym. I like forcing awkward naked hugs on people I run into in the locker room (HI HELENE!) It […]
It would be just my luck to end up with a 135 pound freak of nature.
I’m just trying to work and he’s chattering away like he did a couple lines and drank a gallon of coffee.
I told her to abandon her feminist ideals about accurately portraying the female form and make me skinnier with bigger tits.