Glad to read that you'll be continuing to writing online. Reading what you've written has been something I look forward to each day. Your blog hasn’t been just about your divorce anyway. It was well written and amusing chronical of your daily life. Keep at it.
I can’t say no to a bunch of emails like that. You guys have truly made my day. I didn’t realize how much you guys enjoyed this silly thing and there’s no way I would disappoint anyone who has so many nice things to say. OK, then...onward and forward.
I was up late last night and early this morning. I’m exhausted but I can’t go to sleep just yet. I have some things to take care of and this is one of them. Damn, now I feel as though I have a lot to live up to and the pressure is on!
My son is taking his car apart in my driveway and I hate that. But, if I don’t let him do it he won’t ever leave and that can’t be. I look forward to his leaving. I looked at another house in a town called Cartersville yesterday and I liked it. Cartersville is an adorable town and I loved it when we drove through it on the way to visit the Etowah Indian Mounds. I wanted to move there when we first moved to Gogia but a certain ex-husband of mine didn’t want to so we didn’t. Ain’t that a bitch? I earned more money than he did and yet we did what he wanted to do which was usually nothing. Here I am, my first day of freedom and the best that I can do is look at houses. That’s OK, I’m sure I’ll find more stuff to do later on.
Another annoying thing is the fact that I can finally get laid with impunity and I am all of a sudden finding myself jonesing for a man who lives in another state...and not a close state like Alabama, but a far away state. Luckily, he isn’t in Montana...and even more luckily my ex is. Most people have their ex’s a hell of a lot closer than that. But, if you’re going to get a divorce, it’s nice when the ex goes to Montana. I think that’s the purpose of Montana. I could be wrong, but I can’t see any other reason for a state so cold and so isolated.
Oh, I love my nails! I’ve never had a pedicure and I've only had one manicure and that was on my wedding day. The entire time that I was married, no matter how much I worked, I could never afford things like that. But, I’m going to find a way to do a lot of nice things for myself. Hell, there isn’t anyone else to do them for!
Yesterday when I was driving to Cartersville, I had a strange feeling hit me. I believe that it’s called being major league horny. It was one of those feelings that makes a woman afraid of a spinning washing machine. It was a bit frightening. It smacked me right in my &%$@& while there was a tanker carrying gasoline right next to me. Can you imagine, I finally get close to being a free woman and I get killed in a car accident caused by horniness. It’s not here now but I have a feeling it’s gonna be back soon. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that my efforts at become a man were working.
I don’t really want to be a man...I hate shaving. Oh, and I would hate to pee standing up as well. And how do you guys pull that thing out of the hole in those underpants? Why don’t you just pull them down a little bit? It seems so silly to put that hole there. My guess is you just get a kick out of finding a hole for your wanger 7 times a day. Whatever.
Well, it’s cold here in Georgia today...but I’m not discussing my nipples again. Such a barrage of emails...I have not seen in a while. Oh, hell, I'm going to discuss my nipples again anyway... but only to tell you something that I find funny. My brother walked in on me in the shower when I was 16 and saw them. Ever since, he has been calling me Silver Dollar Lady. Now, I just thought that was funny, I don’t need to hear from every dude with a stiffy...but if you do write, toss ME a bone and tell me something good.
OK, my son is going to MacDonald’s and I must have some coffee and some fries. That’s a nice well rounded meal. Of course, there will be ketchup there to add some veggies to the mix. Actually, food is just a vehicle for my ketchup.
Maybe after that, that dude will call me. I’ve been waiting a while now and I hate that. After waiting this long, I don’t think I should be kept waiting anymore...do you?
The fries are here, gotta eat my ketchup now.
See ya.
Meg
I can’t say no to a bunch of emails like that. You guys have truly made my day. I didn’t realize how much you guys enjoyed this silly thing and there’s no way I would disappoint anyone who has so many nice things to say. OK, then...onward and forward.
I was up late last night and early this morning. I’m exhausted but I can’t go to sleep just yet. I have some things to take care of and this is one of them. Damn, now I feel as though I have a lot to live up to and the pressure is on!
My son is taking his car apart in my driveway and I hate that. But, if I don’t let him do it he won’t ever leave and that can’t be. I look forward to his leaving. I looked at another house in a town called Cartersville yesterday and I liked it. Cartersville is an adorable town and I loved it when we drove through it on the way to visit the Etowah Indian Mounds. I wanted to move there when we first moved to Gogia but a certain ex-husband of mine didn’t want to so we didn’t. Ain’t that a bitch? I earned more money than he did and yet we did what he wanted to do which was usually nothing. Here I am, my first day of freedom and the best that I can do is look at houses. That’s OK, I’m sure I’ll find more stuff to do later on.
Another annoying thing is the fact that I can finally get laid with impunity and I am all of a sudden finding myself jonesing for a man who lives in another state...and not a close state like Alabama, but a far away state. Luckily, he isn’t in Montana...and even more luckily my ex is. Most people have their ex’s a hell of a lot closer than that. But, if you’re going to get a divorce, it’s nice when the ex goes to Montana. I think that’s the purpose of Montana. I could be wrong, but I can’t see any other reason for a state so cold and so isolated.
Oh, I love my nails! I’ve never had a pedicure and I've only had one manicure and that was on my wedding day. The entire time that I was married, no matter how much I worked, I could never afford things like that. But, I’m going to find a way to do a lot of nice things for myself. Hell, there isn’t anyone else to do them for!
Yesterday when I was driving to Cartersville, I had a strange feeling hit me. I believe that it’s called being major league horny. It was one of those feelings that makes a woman afraid of a spinning washing machine. It was a bit frightening. It smacked me right in my &%$@& while there was a tanker carrying gasoline right next to me. Can you imagine, I finally get close to being a free woman and I get killed in a car accident caused by horniness. It’s not here now but I have a feeling it’s gonna be back soon. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that my efforts at become a man were working.
I don’t really want to be a man...I hate shaving. Oh, and I would hate to pee standing up as well. And how do you guys pull that thing out of the hole in those underpants? Why don’t you just pull them down a little bit? It seems so silly to put that hole there. My guess is you just get a kick out of finding a hole for your wanger 7 times a day. Whatever.
Well, it’s cold here in Georgia today...but I’m not discussing my nipples again. Such a barrage of emails...I have not seen in a while. Oh, hell, I'm going to discuss my nipples again anyway... but only to tell you something that I find funny. My brother walked in on me in the shower when I was 16 and saw them. Ever since, he has been calling me Silver Dollar Lady. Now, I just thought that was funny, I don’t need to hear from every dude with a stiffy...but if you do write, toss ME a bone and tell me something good.
OK, my son is going to MacDonald’s and I must have some coffee and some fries. That’s a nice well rounded meal. Of course, there will be ketchup there to add some veggies to the mix. Actually, food is just a vehicle for my ketchup.
Maybe after that, that dude will call me. I’ve been waiting a while now and I hate that. After waiting this long, I don’t think I should be kept waiting anymore...do you?
The fries are here, gotta eat my ketchup now.
See ya.
Meg
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