Sometimes, when I’m out on the bike, I sing this song. I don’t have a radio on the bike and it’s illegal to use an iPod so I tend to sing to myself. I don’t know any whole songs so my singing sounds a lot like one of those late night informercials for 80s Love
Cabbage Soup
Buy a pound of already cut up beef — like that crap they label “beef for stir fry”. Toss it in a stock pot with some olive oil and salt and pepper and let it brown. Meanwhile, chop up a head of cabbage and saute it in some butter along with an onion and a
Faded
Every week, by the time Friday night rolls around, I feel worn out and faded and so achy I just want to collapse. I’ve never been the Friday Night Party Girl type and I’ve only gotten less so as I get older.
Nothing to see here…
…cept the pretty picture. Wouldn’t it be fucking awesome to be lounging out there with some drinks and good movies???? Rawr. Anyhow, just testing the new theme. Not entirely sure about it yet. *shrug* I suppose it’s not like I write often enough for it to matter, eh? Hope everyone is healthy, happy, all that
It’s a sugar in my coffee kinda day.
Summer. It’s almost over. I’m watching the days rush by me with a tinge of sorrow. I’m not ready for fall, certainly not ready for winter. This summer has been truly good and blessed. This summer I have: Learned to ride — and put 1200 miles on my very own motorcycle. Ridden that motorcycle on
Tidbits
Completely random thoughts with no redeeming value what so ever. I am such a bad blogger. I just don’t give a shit if you’re bored. I swear, I will try to be more exciting… later. Some time. Maybe. It always sort of amazes me when people actually notice things about other people. Not things folks
Wasted Day?
Such an odd day I am having. I slept until eleven o’clock – a rarity for me these days. That Teen is at his girlfriend’s house, Taylor is working and I started the day cleaning and somehow ended up with every rechargeable toy I own plugged in and charging. It is hard to clean around
Sunday Scribbles
So now I’m sitting here, knowing I should write a review but my coffee mug is stone cold and my brain is just… tired.
My Name is Boxxy
I rather miss my boxxy. This is the closest I could get…
NO TOUCHING
I was kinda pissed off.
I kinda yelled at her.
Kinda a lot.
And then I went and told her boss.
BET SHE NEVER TOUCHES MY SHIT AGAIN!
Full
I’ve found that utter laziness and do-nothingness makes it seem like wasted time so I’m interspersing the lazy with some fun and some productive
Beautiful?
i am not a pretty girl
that is not what i do
Saturday Morning Lists
And I? I will soon have the house to myself which means peace and quiet and no one else’s energy to invade my senses and, even though I shall be cleaning, I plan to enjoy it.
God Egg Stew
*one box elbow macaroni *two pounds ground beef *two cans whole canned tomatoes *one can tomato sauce Cook noodles. Brown beef. Season beef as you brown it with whatever you like but season it heavily so it has flavor. Dump tomatoes with juice, tomato sauce, cooked and drained noodles and cooked ground beef into a
Peanut butter, anal douching, love
Facts, thoughts, moments, opinions from the past week, in no particular order: It doesn’t matter how long you’ve lived with someone, even after almost a decade the first time they walk in on you while you’re doing an anal douche? Fucking embarrassing. You will find yourself screeching “do you MIND????” and acting like a fool.
A Backwards Day
Sleeping with a butt plug in gives you crazy erotic dreams and spankings on a cold ass really fucking hurt.
Vanilla Sugar, it’s Not Personal
Nothing – nothing – does it for me like curling up in my chair, done with work, weather gone gray, toss on a sweatshirt afternoons with a cup of vanilla sugar coffee. It’s the most relaxed I get. Ever.
Yadda yadda yadda and a new home for Bug
And that, really, is about it. I’m taking my hazelnut coffee, my book and going to flop for the night.
Yes, it’s early. No, I don’t care. I’m tired.
Thank you for listening to me be boring. :P
My Mailman Loves Me/I Feel Like Shit
Still, I am cleaning and writing reviews, even if I am doing it juiced on Theraflu and VapoRub and wearing a flannel shirt four sizes too big for me.
Blowjobs and snuffles
It’s bad enough my snootch is out of order, I don’t need a cold/flu on top of it, damn it!
And, man, let me tell you, having the snootch out of order is the suck. It’s like it’s sucked everything sexual right out of me.
Life? It’s good. Even though I’m old.
I love Sundays. I slept in until eleven o’clock this morning. Pure luxury compared to my early rising weekdays lately. I’m lounging around in loose, low slung shorts and a tank, enjoying the breeze drifting thru my house. I’ve got fabulous coffee in a mug by my elbow. Life? It’s good. (The coffee, btw. It’s
Tell me? C’mon. Tell meeee.
So SexIs is doing this new thing where staff and contributors get to give opinions on certain topics. SexVoxing. This week they did Sex & Cinema where we all got to talk about our favorite mainstream sex scene. (Oh. Oh. Yes. I said we. Heh. I’m sort of both staff and contributor, even though my
Up early. On Saturday. Something is WRONG with me.
Ten o’clock on a Saturday morning and I’m not only wide awake but I’m on my second 16 oz cup of coffee and have already done a blog post, a review, called my mother and taken the dogs out twice. Huh. Who’d have thunk? I’m, as previously stated, not much of a morning person. I’ve
*stretchhhhhh*
There is something amazing about a good nights sleep. We finished up last night somewhere around nine or ten. I’m immensely grateful to the part time helper/friend of the family who was willing to take over for us. I really am too old and crabby to be up and working such long hours. We only




