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Sep. 14th, 2005 02:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
transmothra(amended & updated 4:30pm)
erg. money has been so tight lately. i still haven't gotten to make payments on my medical bills. my last 3 paychecks have been all but spent within the first 24 hours, leaving me with vast sums like $30 to live on for 2 weeks. and me with my gas guzzling rusting old about-to-break-down Dodge and gas here at $3.20 a gallon (the Dart will only drink pure jet fuel as anything less will choke its poor little throat & cause sputtering that no amount of carburetor-polishing will cure).
and it doesn't help that i have taken every last minute of voluntary time off they've been offering lately. i've been trading work (& thus bank) for time with my wondergirl.
(gone back to smoking. i couldn't afford to do the patch AND smoke the nic-free stuff. soon as i can, though, i'm back aboard the Quest train.)
and Katrina... god i want to do something for the hurricane victims, but i'm just so flat broke & have no foreseeable amnesty against my swelling bills. i do hope that all who can are doing something. that whole thing down there is just so utterly heartbreaking. especially with the death & crime & destruction & loss & hunger & extreme poverty & the horrible marshall law atmosphere. and god DAMN!, humans are so pathetic & cursed & terrible & cruel. & life is so precious.
Hol & i are soon-ish-ly going to be looking for a small house, as her apartment is great & has a beautiful view of the woods in back, but is too small, and we are too encroached upon for me to feel comfortable due to my unfounded proclivity for warbling savagely into microphones. i'm honestly a terrible, terrible singer who can almost NEVER hit pitch (though i can tune my guitar from memory; if you play me a reference tone i can tune it nearly perfectly a half hour later). but i have to be loud or it's just mumbling and i can't sustain a note very well at low volume. plus, i just have so much stuff. mostly books, CDs, shelves, guitars, music gear, clothes. i hate to lose this apartment, but it's really gonna get cramped when i finally get my stuff all moved in.
a small, cheap house with a basement in a cheap (& close to work) but not terrible part of Bellbrook/Centerville/Kettering. that's the way to go. room for creativity. space for thought & freedom of movement. space for loud music. space for loud, wild, wet, perverted, degenerate (but very loving) adult sex marathons.
speaking of which...
i've never felt so free with anyone before. we are both very open & free with our bodies. we're very compatible, especially size-wise (some of you, ahem, canines know what i'm talking about here). the other day i had my first serious dealings with something called a G-spot. wow, is that ever a good thing! and here i honestly thought it was only a myth. of late i've been enjoying the many delights of a woman.
i can't wait until this weekend. we're going to buy weird toys. we're going to dress in leather & fuck like goddamn enemies. wheee!
i think tonight we're going to try the Duschefragen Method. it's something like the fabled Butterfly Technique, done with warm gravy, an eggbeater, a dead goat, & rubber lederhosen, but also with more Bohrgerät motion and the last three pivots of the EDM (Ecstatic Dingo Maneuver) thrown in for good measure. sort of a live-action Hentai, sans blood & guts& tentacles!
erg. money has been so tight lately. i still haven't gotten to make payments on my medical bills. my last 3 paychecks have been all but spent within the first 24 hours, leaving me with vast sums like $30 to live on for 2 weeks. and me with my gas guzzling rusting old about-to-break-down Dodge and gas here at $3.20 a gallon (the Dart will only drink pure jet fuel as anything less will choke its poor little throat & cause sputtering that no amount of carburetor-polishing will cure).
and it doesn't help that i have taken every last minute of voluntary time off they've been offering lately. i've been trading work (& thus bank) for time with my wondergirl.
(gone back to smoking. i couldn't afford to do the patch AND smoke the nic-free stuff. soon as i can, though, i'm back aboard the Quest train.)
and Katrina... god i want to do something for the hurricane victims, but i'm just so flat broke & have no foreseeable amnesty against my swelling bills. i do hope that all who can are doing something. that whole thing down there is just so utterly heartbreaking. especially with the death & crime & destruction & loss & hunger & extreme poverty & the horrible marshall law atmosphere. and god DAMN!, humans are so pathetic & cursed & terrible & cruel. & life is so precious.
Hol & i are soon-ish-ly going to be looking for a small house, as her apartment is great & has a beautiful view of the woods in back, but is too small, and we are too encroached upon for me to feel comfortable due to my unfounded proclivity for warbling savagely into microphones. i'm honestly a terrible, terrible singer who can almost NEVER hit pitch (though i can tune my guitar from memory; if you play me a reference tone i can tune it nearly perfectly a half hour later). but i have to be loud or it's just mumbling and i can't sustain a note very well at low volume. plus, i just have so much stuff. mostly books, CDs, shelves, guitars, music gear, clothes. i hate to lose this apartment, but it's really gonna get cramped when i finally get my stuff all moved in.
a small, cheap house with a basement in a cheap (& close to work) but not terrible part of Bellbrook/Centerville/Kettering. that's the way to go. room for creativity. space for thought & freedom of movement. space for loud music. space for loud, wild, wet, perverted, degenerate (but very loving) adult sex marathons.
speaking of which...
i've never felt so free with anyone before. we are both very open & free with our bodies. we're very compatible, especially size-wise (some of you, ahem, canines know what i'm talking about here). the other day i had my first serious dealings with something called a G-spot. wow, is that ever a good thing! and here i honestly thought it was only a myth. of late i've been enjoying the many delights of a woman.
i can't wait until this weekend. we're going to buy weird toys. we're going to dress in leather & fuck like goddamn enemies. wheee!
i think tonight we're going to try the Duschefragen Method. it's something like the fabled Butterfly Technique, done with warm gravy, an eggbeater, a dead goat, & rubber lederhosen, but also with more Bohrgerät motion and the last three pivots of the EDM (Ecstatic Dingo Maneuver) thrown in for good measure. sort of a live-action Hentai, sans blood & guts
