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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love the pic. yes, much cuter than i had imagined, and i have a vivid imagination. too bad i'm married.
Jaysus, Katertot, you need me and you need me badly.
If you should find yourself stuck in the middle of the ocean without fresh water give yourself a salt water enema. The colon will absorb the required water and leave the salt behind. You'll have to do it a lot and it will leave you a tad 'crusty' but you will live long enough to die of starvation and/or paint a face on a volleyball.
Is that what Bambi and Thumper mean by 'twitterpation'?
Shut the fuck up - I am actually now officially extra in love with you, only moments after I was speaking of my husband's meat bat too.
FranIam.
Crushing.
Hard.
We will all soon be fighting over you. I don't want to hurt Tanya Espana, but I will if I am forced to.