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No title. No central theme to my blog.  I have been putting off this blog for a week or so now. Not sure if there is even a central theme to it. If I was to do this properly, I would have an opening paragraph to lay out my intentions..an introduction as it were. I would then organize in outline form exactly how each paragraph and point would come about in written form. Concluding with a summary of what I just wrote about. No such luck. I have a lot of things lurking in my mind and some need to come out to the light of day. They need release. Hey! I think I just did an introductory statement. hmmm... I hate to cry. I really do hate it. But it is a good thing sometimes. My problem is that I cry too easily. I mean the right song brings me to tears. And I will not even get into those damn Disney movies. Ugghh! Thursday night I went to coffee with a group from here. It was like old times except for two things. We did not head to our usual dive bar for karaoke and mullet watchings. And smoochie was not there. I had not been on one of these outings since the last time he was able to get out there. Don't get me wrong...we had a good time. It was just coffee and good conversation. One of the group even had a stalker/lurker. haha On the way home I happened to hear a song by Johnny Cash. "Love's been good to me". Great song. I teared up though. On the whole it is a positive song, but it just sounds so sad. I could not help but think of him. Him with the hair in his face. Him with the smile. Him with the cute butt. Him with that humour (the u in there is for him...). Him with the baggy shorts and pillow puffy shoes. His tangents in conversations that we both do and follow. His ability to stand straight and proud in "Mamma Mia" with me. I know you were one of the very few men in that theater. Thank you. His old fashioned attitude of opening doors for me, paying for my coffee, his putting the first. What a good man. A decent man. And it is that trait that moves him from me. I miss you smoochie. What do I do with this package of snickers I have for you? I just do not want to wiggle for anyone else. No one else can trace my tan lines like you do. Now that you feel bad for me, how about I piss you off and be a bitch? Now that sounds fun! ~What part of my profile do some men not understand? I find myself tentatively on the search again so I edited my profile to find what I want. I figured if I was fairly specific it would weed out the chaffe and make it a little easier. Not so much. I have not sent the derogatory responses back that I really want to, but just know that I really wanted to. I mean if I see that a man is not interested in someone with my physical characteristics then I leave it. Read my damn profile you ninnys. Jeeze! Sorry if that offends anyone or if my profile offends anyone. I know what I want. But then I am not even sure I am really looking. On Principal though....READ THE PROFILE YA GITS!!!! At this point..I feel a little better. Nothing else needs release (well other than that sexual release we all love). DAMN I miss smoochie. He could release me so well....hot damn! I wanna be walled again (he knows what I mean). Anyway I shall go. This was such a messed up blog. No rhyme or reason to it. Blah! {=}Witty |
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12/18/2011 7:06 pm |
very cool blog you wrote and i couldn't help but laugh at your slippers 
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