Here be dragons.
In honour of the time of year I went ahead and created my own tombstone. Though I want mine more gothic looking and less rigid and traditional. Probably white stone, to reflect my purity, goodness and light. I’d like some flowers, better yet, a flowering bush stuck on top of me. Put a fire hydrant a few graves over so no damn dogs will pee on me.… Read the rest
Only hours left for 2005, soon it will just be recalled in memory. Each year only gets a year and then it’s gone forever, never to be seen again. Like the life of a bug, short and soon pushed aside. I think about the year about to leave us. There is no rush to shove it aside, as if I’m in a hurry to be rid of it.… Read the rest
… Read the restA man and his wife are doing yard work. Husband says to wife, “Your butt is as wide as the grill.” She ignores the remark.
A little later the husband takes his measuring tape and goes over to his wife while she is bending over working in a flower bed. He measures her rear end and gasps, “Geez, it IS as wide as the grill!”
I haven’t made a New Year’s Resolution since I caved under co-worker pressure when I was 16 and working full time supporting an apartment of my own. I had quit high school and moved out, shared an apartment with an older woman (older than me which wasn’t saying much at the time). The women where I worked (the even older ones, those who I think were kind of nasty to me when I see it from the perspective of an older woman) pressured me into making New Year’s Resolutions.… Read the rest
For those who thought I was headed for a life of lying on my back looking at my toes wiggling in the air… no, not quite.
For those who thought this was a one night stand. No, I think even for a one night stand there is some initial personal regard.
For those who thought it was a good way to pay off the credit card… Yes, it would have been.… Read the rest
One good thing about working at an outside job is that it helps you keep track of the days. Having typed that I am now remembering how it’s not really true. I seldom knew what day it was, just what shift I was working. I never knew when it was a weekend cause I worked every day, weekends ceased to exist.… Read the rest
How far would you go for $100 an hour? Would you sell yourself for an hour? Would you commit a crime? Would you… ?
Would you let a man fondle and play with your breasts in exchange for money? Assuming you are female and have breasts.
What do you think about a guy who would pay for that, $100 an hour.… Read the rest
At what hour is Christmas over? I have no idea. It’s over for me. Kind of that deflated feeling, not quite as strong as getting out of bed in the morning and realizing the world has ended, civilization is gone and you’re the last one left. (It’s a fetish of mine, someday I’d like to test it out).… Read the rest
I am sewing up an apron storm this morning. Later I will drive down to my sister’s house and have Xmas Eve there. Not sure if I will stay overnight. I think everyone is expecting that I will so I probably will. I have lots of stuff to take down for presents, between the goodies I bought at Goodwill, the stuff I had leftover from last Xmas and the aprons I’m finishing up today, there is plenty.… Read the rest