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.
The Non Sexy Post
It’s not that there isn’t sex going on around here. There is. It’s just that I have no desire to write about sexy stuff. Maybe not ever again. I should probably just make a vanilla blog, eh? Nah, this is my home and I’ll write what I want. Anyhow… Lots of fun going on. Summer
Happiness is…
Yesterday’s make up, I haven’t combed my hair and I am wearing pajamas. But it’s visible proof of the changes coffee makes in my day! :D
The Vanishing Post
So I was in the tub last night, lounging about in water hot enough to boil lobster, and I was pondering something or other and I had this whole blog post written out in my head. It was SO good. And then I got out of the tub and nearly had a stroke and had
Lazy Caramel Coffee Day
I woke up this morning to a little winter wonderland. The first snow of the year. I love snow, especially in November, December and January. By February and March I’m tired of it but early in winter? It excites me every time. It’s insulating, snow. You feel like you’re in your own quiet little world.
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
I’m sitting outside on my balcony. Yes, in November. Remember when Taylor put up that awning for me and built me in a desk? As Fall approached, we also closed the space in. We used that window plastic stuff, a layer inside and out, so I can still completely see out and get any sunlight
Sunday Scribbles
I love Sundays. I hate Sundays. I love that we’re pretty much always lazy on Sundays, staying in our jammies and, half the time, staying in bed for the bulk of the day. It’s relaxation, down time, recharge time. And yet, at the same time, Monday looms large and unfriendly on the horizon. Bah. I
Ch-ch-ch-changes
I’m not sure if I’m happy or sad with my new theme change. I love my old theme. Seriously LOVE it. But the people who created it were dumb assholes from the beginning who filled it with all sorts of code that even people who work with code for a living couldn’t figure out and
Sunday Scribbles
The glasses are dark, your lips get chapped, there is sweat in the crotch of your jeans but you toss your head back and worship the hot, golden sun and endless blue sky.
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.
Ahhhh, weekend, how I love you
No idea what’s on the agenda for tomorrow. Possibly a thermos full of coffee and a day under my awning, typing up reviews.
Cherries and Wine
Today has been a productive day, in the laziest sense.
I mean, I really didn’t go anywhere or do anything and yet I accomplished a lot.
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
Today? Was like a double Monday.
Weekend? Fantastic. Work after a three day weekend? Insane.
Morning Sex and Coffee
I’m not a fan of waking up so being woken up before I’m ready by someone groping and grabbing just irritates me. My head spins around like the girl from The Exorcist and it’s not at all pretty.
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.
Exhaustion
It feels like I’ve had the longest week in the history of weeks. And it’s only Monday.
Goin’ Hippy
Sort of…
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.
Puffs Please?
I suck at being sick, I really do.
Pause
So, anyhow. I was insane busy today and when I finally stopped and looked at the clock and realized it was almost five and I hadn’t eaten and I was feeling like shit, I hit the pause button.




