Damn...
...I fell alseep again. I'm totally screwing up every normal sleep habit that I ever had. If I ever meet a man that wants to get married, I'll have to sleep in a bed at night instead of wherever I feel like lying down whenever I get tired. Even if I start out in my own bed at a normal time, before the sun rises I will have been in a couple of different beds.
Man, I'd have to cook 3 meals a day at normal times, too. Ooh, I hadn't thought about a bunch of those things. Although it would be nice to have a man in the bed, how would I get one that would follow me around the house? I'd probably have to sleep in one place all night if I wanted to have a man there.
They are nice to have around but I've gotten used to a few things since Rick left. There's not much farting going on in the house and that would change if I got a new man. There's also not much filth accumulating around the toilet. There haven't been any socks and underpants around the bed either. Not having a man around has had a few benefits that I hadn't thought about. I should appreciate that stuff while I can. Before you know it, there'll be a man in my life and I'll have to endure a few things that the testosterone induced seem to bring with them.
I guess I should stop and smell the roses while I can. I keep thinking about Rick and my grandfather and that combination sort of makes me afraid of having another man. I suppose I could limit myself to really really clean men...but you don't see too many of them. No matter how clean they think they are, they're never clean enough, are they?
Also, I like being able to come and go as I please. Not that I do go to that many places, but whenever I want to, I can. And, if I wanted to, I could set a goal like having 7 different men come over every night for a week and screw every one of them. I probably won't, but I could if I wanted to.
Like right now, if I wanted to, I could call Mr. Chemistry dude over here and nail him again. All it would take would be a phone call. OK then, I think I'll call him and break out the hummis. Alrighty then...
...see ya!
Meg
PS I wrote this a while back and then couldn't get the puter to post it. So, now I'm sticking it up here with a bit of an update...the hummis worked.:):):)
...I fell alseep again. I'm totally screwing up every normal sleep habit that I ever had. If I ever meet a man that wants to get married, I'll have to sleep in a bed at night instead of wherever I feel like lying down whenever I get tired. Even if I start out in my own bed at a normal time, before the sun rises I will have been in a couple of different beds.
Man, I'd have to cook 3 meals a day at normal times, too. Ooh, I hadn't thought about a bunch of those things. Although it would be nice to have a man in the bed, how would I get one that would follow me around the house? I'd probably have to sleep in one place all night if I wanted to have a man there.
They are nice to have around but I've gotten used to a few things since Rick left. There's not much farting going on in the house and that would change if I got a new man. There's also not much filth accumulating around the toilet. There haven't been any socks and underpants around the bed either. Not having a man around has had a few benefits that I hadn't thought about. I should appreciate that stuff while I can. Before you know it, there'll be a man in my life and I'll have to endure a few things that the testosterone induced seem to bring with them.
I guess I should stop and smell the roses while I can. I keep thinking about Rick and my grandfather and that combination sort of makes me afraid of having another man. I suppose I could limit myself to really really clean men...but you don't see too many of them. No matter how clean they think they are, they're never clean enough, are they?
Also, I like being able to come and go as I please. Not that I do go to that many places, but whenever I want to, I can. And, if I wanted to, I could set a goal like having 7 different men come over every night for a week and screw every one of them. I probably won't, but I could if I wanted to.
Like right now, if I wanted to, I could call Mr. Chemistry dude over here and nail him again. All it would take would be a phone call. OK then, I think I'll call him and break out the hummis. Alrighty then...
...see ya!
Meg
PS I wrote this a while back and then couldn't get the puter to post it. So, now I'm sticking it up here with a bit of an update...the hummis worked.:):):)
posted by Meg Kelso | 9:36 PM
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