I suppose I should make this a running post. If I was less of a rebel, I’d use post tags, but fuck it. I can’t keep up with that shit.
Archives for October 2009
I’ll be whatever you want…
Lyrics | The Breeders – Cannonball lyrics God damn it. I miss the music of the 90s.
Deprivation
Tuesday night when I spent the night the Hot Single Dad (HSD), we stayed up until almost 3am being… recreational. *ahem* I didn’t sleep much that night because I’m not thrilled with his bed and pillow combination. I use… Jesus. I guess I have six pillows on my bed? Ha. Telltale sign of a single […]
I know they shouldn’t…
But some things just REALLY bother me. Perhaps it gives you some insight into how… controlling I can be. I know there are things I cannot change… I can accept those things… Sure. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to complain about them or that when these things happen, I’m not going to twitch […]
Well, that was just what I needed…
Have you ever had such an unbelievable connection with someone? Like, one of those undeniable sort of cataclysmic chemistry sort of things? I was talking with someone — I forget who it was — about how I pretty much always have awesome sex… And how I don’t think it’s a coincidence, I just think I’m […]
I know it’s called Magic Tape…
But, newsflash: IT’S NOT MAGIC! I know it’s a difficult concept for you to wrap your brain around, but if you have a large package that you’re trying to ship to your Great Aunt Gurdie, you cannot tape the large cardboard carton WITH SCOTCH TAPE.
Until I Know It’s Safe
I’m going to take my heart — my sweet, delicate, gentle (yes, really!) heart — and put it in a box, tie it with a ribbon and stuff it into the bottom of my closet.
Dang, man.
Went to the Halloween parade today with the boy child and Dee-light and her kids. Totally had fun. The boy made a trick or treat bag and got a really good dragon painted on his forehead. The parade was super too, even though it was COLD. Kids got a ton of candy. Also. I totally […]
Thursday is the new Friday…
Drugs are bad kids. Don’t party too hard.
There’s bacon on your browser
Go. Look. Up there… Next to your address bar. See that? That’s a bacon favicon. Mistress helped me put it together tonight (read: this means she did it for me AFTER she explained how to do it and I couldn’t figure it out. This is how our relationship works. She loves me, I have no […]