Menses just commenced. It's 1:14 AM. I was asleep. That felt good. At 12:24, I popped up. I think I'm awake, maybe awakeish is more accurate. I'm always surprised when those handy-soapy-foamy-bottles run out of soap. For some lame ass reason, it never occurs to me that they ever will. They feel so lifetime supply , even though the bottles aren't more than 8 inches tall. Similarly, when I flip on a light switch and the light flickers to its death, I think "Now what?" Duh, schmuckette, you change the fucking light bulb . Intellectually, I know this, yet for some odd reason, it never comes to mind. In fact, a few years ago, my mother walked into my house and said, "Why aren't the lights working?" I said "I don't know, I flick the switch and they don't work." After a fit of uproarious laughter, she said, "Would it kill you to change the light bulb?” Hmmm. "No", I shamefully responded. I wonder why... it is that I hav...
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Coming from your witty special place if I can garner even a speck of your appreciation then that is a great compliment to me. One that I am not sure of which I am worthy...Damnit now I am gonna have to worship you for liking me!
Yours always...
(PS: When I google travelingman rick yours is the first link, woo hoo...I love google!)
MUNT. Love that.
I do love the word Cunt. It's one of my faves. I should write a post about why I love the word. hmm...
PS: I met such a munting munt from hell today.
My fav C equivalent word is twat. How can you not laugh when you hear it? (I hope my mother isn't reading this.)