Texting with friends. She says “be safe.”
“When you make love to a woman you get revenge for all the things that defeated you in life.”
SST: Meet me under my desk edition.
I just LEFT *PRODUCTIVE WORK to go to the post office and get WORK papers that were sent via certified mail to ME from my EMPLOYER.
While getting paid the entire time.
Cause that’s how we roll.
*painting my toes
Sometimes I’m glad my mom isn’t here anymore, so she doesn’t have to see how things turned out.
Maybe it wouldn’t all be such a mess if I would have had her a little longer.
I think she’d be sad. Disappointed even.
Maybe that’s why my dad doesn’t have anything to do with me anymore.
*want*
I moan when I roll over in bed and when I take my abdominal binder off, and then I cry in the shower and when I leave work. I’m tired of aching. More than anything I need a gentle lower back rub, something I can’t do for myself. All I need is a soft male touch for a few minutes from someone who cares.
After you lick this off your finger and say “oh shit” you’re going to take your clothes off and paint your body with this stuff. Don’t ask. That’s all I’m saying. Just get some.
NY Times article on the neuroscience and value of reading fiction: Your Brain On Fiction
GPOY: I’ve been living in this recliner for 2 weeks recovering from surgery.
After 3 babies, 6 abdominal surgeries, 45 pounds of weight loss, and 24 years, I finally treated myself to a tummy tuck.
It’s the most selfish thing I’ve ever done, and surprisingly the most unselfish too.
I had no idea how much energy I spent trying to hide my stomach with the right clothes, the right position, posture, pumping myself up mentally, and I could go on and on….yet I was still paranoid and positive it was the first and only thing anyone noticed about me.
I totally just removed ALL THAT from my life, leaving a big HUGE space I can now use for really GREAT things.
I feel so good.