10-4

As I was driving home down 48th Street last night, I realized that I had been down this road already once today. Where were the arrows and the orange encouragement signs? There was no sign of the greatness that walked through there just 8 hours before. It was all gone. A job well done. To think I was dreading this year. And it turned out to be our best event yet. I was nervous that we wouldn't be able to work as a team. It came to me yesterday how much the Shoemaker/Paul split bothered me. I understand that things change and evolve, but I don't always have to like it. Right? At the event there is not much drama. People have a job to do and they do it. There is down time and play time and work time. And all goes smoothly. Why isn't real life like this. We have a job, we do it. It's time to play, we play. Everybody takes resposibility for themselves and their actions. It's as close to magic as I get. Then it ends. Just like that. Celtic music, tears, goodbye for a year and poof. Hell returns. Some of my most cherished friendships have been made during this annual journey. New ones are being forged as I type. My phone was off, but once or twice a day for three days, I left my computer at home. My focus was on my task and my experience. Sometimes I see something that reminds me of the event and I want to tell someone; they can listen, but they will never feel the warmth in my heart. Upon returning to my real life, I chose to do my best to not participate in the drama anymore. I need to figure my life out. I need to really examine what is important to me. It will take me sometime. These are some highlights from the weekend. "Drink, pee, no IV!". (Commas optional.)Mardi gras. "Kill Cancer, Get him!!" Whiffle ball, frisby, football. Oh shit, that hit someone's tent, play dead. Nipple tat's and flashing. Suspended by packing tape to a side of a Ryder truck. New friends, old faces. Love. D-runk! "Nice mule, do you ever do sweet jumps?" I won a spirit pin. (That really meant alot.) "Who rocks the house, I say the crew rocks the house, and when they rock the house, they rock it all the way down! Hey!!" Petting the kitty, getting kicked off stage. HOT Cory on her Harley! Holy hell sister! Hugs. Feeling someones beating heart with my own. A previously withheld hand laid on a shoulder out of remembered love and reverence. Weak hello's and strong goodbyes. The same food that tastes good all over. Pillow sharing with a very new friend. Rubbing really gross feet. Budget truck donuts in a ghetto parking lot. Drive by diet coking. "H2hO is in the hizouse...." The walky with the most gas. Cow bell. 10-bitch100. Bloody bone mentionings. Interupted sex dream....twice. Laughing with Elizabeth while she was having an asthma attack and further worsening it, but it was worth it, right Elizabeth. Seeing Sheryl at the finish line after seeing her connected to an IV. Mary finished all 60 miles after she passed out. Eat Mary, gosh. Tara, Luca and Jill, the Alaskan Airlines flight attendants. Helpless clit fondling. Serving the food with Ashley, hopeless without my walky! Mysterious Misty, started alone, but I'll be damned if I was going to let her finish alone!! WeTodd, Kim Teely, Alan, Christy, Helena (the closeted lez, you know you are, quit fooling yourself), Hot showers, warm hearts, cool nights, cold water; all in a weekends work.

Setting Boundaries

What will this cost me? Could be everything, I suppose. I could lose my friendship, the closeness we have. I have to do something. I am a really touchy feely person and to lose touch will be devistating to me. I have lived so many years without intimacy, without feeling like I was wanted as a person, not a body. I lived without wanting to be with the person I was with, without wanting to touch or be touched. Now I yearn for it. Now I look for it everywhere. Now she says she wants to be my uncomplicated friend. My friend who is my rock. Until all my complex relationships are solved. Complex? Solved? What does this all mean? She's right. But I had to figure out on my own what I think she was saying. Thank goddess for D because it would have taken my dense head forever to figure this one out. I have no boundaries. My need for physicality and sexuality may have cost me something good. And to put a stop to what little intimacy I have may gain me nothing from her, but in the long run will I find what I am looking for? This half relationship I have with her is intense. It borders on abusive, more than I like to admit. Can we redefine our friendship without destroying it? Without destroying eachother? KTJ doesn't want to get hurt. I know in my heart what my relationships are and but I don't know the order of priority... I know that I should come first no matter what, but I don't know how to do that without someone else getting hurt. I am going to have to be alone for a bit. But where, how? I am also going to really have to open my heart up to several people, at my own risk, knowing full well that it will hurt so bad. Am I strong enough? Do I really have it in me? So many complicated issues. How did I let myself get here? How will I get out? It used to be easy, my thoughts were to clean my house, clear my mind. But, it's really not like that, is it? My mind can't be cleared. My heart is a mess and I don't know how to fix it. When did I become....me? How can I change me? How can I let go of the past and forge to the future? I'm pullin away from it all so that I can gather my thoughts. I will talk to you each individually. I am afraid. Terrified of the outcome. Of my future. Of not ever being wholly loved. By myself.

I Fucking Hate Pretentious AZ Bitches

What is up with girls in Az? There are some really cool chics, but mostly dumb assholes. I didn't want to fuck. Jesus Christ I didn't even want her number. I just wanted to dance, motherfucker. Just shake my groove thing. But newsboi bitch couldn't even say no. I didn't really even want to dance with her. Just wanted to get JLB a little sumpin sumpin. But shit, yo. You think I just asked her to have my finger in her butt. God Damn. I mean, it was a dance, I didn't even like the song. Her shit do stink, prolly worse than mine. KTJ just rocks. JLB rocks too. I totally rock. E woulda rocked if she weren't so lame tonight. Did I mention I like vicaden? BS was in a shitty mood again. But she was really hot and I almost forgot she's one of them. Stuck up fuckheads. Fuckin' bitches. Geez.Suck it AZ motherfuckers. Eat twat, but not mine, cuz honestly, it's too tasty to be wasted in your mouth. I'm feelin' done now. Better. A little. Fuckin' whores.

This Jealousy

So I'm seeing this girl, KTJ and there seems to be a little jealousy that is coming from two people in particular. It comes across as negative words and thoughts and at times anger and frustration. It makes me feel sad, confused and a little resentful. I have listened to and watched both of you with your exploits. I have been happy for you. I have given my ear and my shouder when you needed it, but now that the roles are reversed, you both are not there for me. Say something kind. I feel happy when I am with her. She has her demons, just as I do and you do. I admit, I feel a little sad when I feel left out because either of you is spending time with someone else, but I don't think I have ever been catty (except with a certain OF) and in somecases just mean. Let me know if I have. Please be happy for me. She makes me feel so comfortable. She is affectionate, openmided, strong, willing to let me be vulnerable sometimes, as well as let me take care of her. She doesn't make fun of me if I wear a goofy outfit. Conversation is easy and flowing. We laugh together...alot. On the otherhand, we can have a serious debate and not get mad at eachothers opinion. She's not afraid of the public opinion, a quality I admire. I'm scared as hell of this girl. Scared that she doesn't feel the same about me, even if she has told me she does. Scared that I will let myself fall and get hurt when I crash. I am trying hard to take this for what is in the present. I am not looking positive toward the future because I don't want to get my hopes up, but I need to start looking at tomorrow and projecting many blessed things happening. I promise you, my dear friends, that I will not forget the lovely women who hold me up daily. I love you all very mch and I will readjust my time to fit everything in, but without overextending myself.

TJK

Will I let myself go? Can i let her in? Can I risk the pain and gamble the happiness? What if this is real? What if it's not? What if the other is who I am supposed to be with and the emotions we juggle are real? Always looming in the back. Always there. I have a lot of deep down what-if's that i have to let go of. But i guess for progression sake, I have to deal with those fears sooner or later. But I think I have found someone who allows me to truly be me. No judgement, no condescension, no facade. There she is in all her clippered fur glory, living peacefully under the radar. Finding beauty in so much. Working hard for her life. Sleeping peacefully in udder darkness. Please let me feel life again. At any cost.

Where is it?

I have asked the question over and over. Where is it I belong? Sometimes it's a place I am wondering, sometimes a caste. Do I remember my road trip fondly because I miss the open road? Did I feel the peace in the forest that I remember? Was it the grand adventure I tell people? Or did I warp it to be just how I wanted to remember? No. I feel like all I remember is real. I do not want to own a house anymore. I do not want my children to grow up stagnant. I want life around me. Not greed, or wanting or wishing. I want real freedom. I want to be free of these pressures I feel to be a good woman, a good wife (working on that one), a good mother, a provider. I can be all of these things on my own terms. I can define what each of these is for myself. My transformation from yesterday me to today me happens every night. I learn something, I lose something, I meet someone, I disregard another. I drop my puzzle and reconfigure. Every morning is new, but how many tomorrows do I have? How can I keep questioning without taking action? I am so afraid to make a wrong choice, to fuck up, but am I fucking up by not choosing? What would it take for me to be out on the road again? What would it take for HIM to let me take the kids? Is it good enough for me to only have the summers on the road? What will this dream cost me and the kids and who will be brave enough to support me, possibly go with me? Will I die along the way? Maybe, but I will die having lived. A little piece of me dies every day while I wither in this life I am afraid to let go of. I am a take charge woman, SO TAKE CHARGE SELF!!!! Do this. Make it happen for you, self.

You Should Be Pissed Too!

How is it ladies and gentlemen that we have let breastfeeding go from the norm to taboo in just 30 years? Even the fundamentalist christian right has no argument as to why breastfeeding is so bad. Only the christian scientist do; and really how can I argue with an alien?! If this were shown on TV now, parents would crucify the network, boycott sesame street. What is so unnatural, so wrong? When did we become a country of simultaneously
whorey and modest folk. Your two year old daughters are dressing in halter tops and butt shorts, but quick, hide them from a ....breast? Feeding a baby? How the fuck do these right wing assholes and righteous fuckers think Eve fed Cane and Abel? Furthermore, what the hell do these people think babies ate before corporate America came in and made them fake food? I've got news for you people!!!! Jesus suckled at a tit!!! And virtuous Mary DID NOT cover with a recieving blanket, hide in her stall or nurse next to the hole that served as her toilet. Biologically, my breasts were made for the purpose of sustaining my childs life. And they have in a restauraunt, at a bowling alley, in the company of friends and strangers, at work, at a hockey game, in my bedroom, with the door open, at the mall and any place else my child's inert need arose; all without hiding what I was doing! Please reconsider what you think is gross, immoral, indescreet, inappropriate and unnatural.

Procrastination

Why is it that I can't even buy a computer? I don't even want to look at them, but I know I want one. I have the money. I put off the tooth thing until it was a root canal. The divorce til HE was happy and it would be less bitter. I talked to SS last night about starting a new relationship. I said I didn't want one. But sometimes I do. How far could it go? Which phase of life would I find myself in when it ends in heartbreak and tears? Why do I have to think like that? Is it possible for one love to last forever? To look back and think gee, I've been happy, lucky and in love since I met you a lifetime ago. What an amazing possibility. Is favoring sexual chemistry for what is definitely a safe, boring bet, the right thing to do? Is is okay for me to remain singlish for a while? And E, how does the dating more than one person thing go? How do you keep up? So I am putting off answering these questions. What a surprise right? I think I am getting sick and I am super tired. A little frustrated too.

Apparently

Being married doesn't make that big of a difference. It's funny when I finally let it go and let things happen, they happen. Just like that. I am the luckiest girl in the world. At least today. I must try to remember this feeling of complete contentment. It could be because whatever I smoked with my sister K yesterday was hella good and is residual. Or it might be cuz I kissed a hottie last night and I am still riding that. Holding onto post make-out texts. Hoping to do it again later today. HE is happy. He has a gf. It's a little strange, but cool. The kids like her. She has been a family friend since before we were a family. She was at our wedding. He was fucking her before me. I could definitely see her as the kids step mom. Hmmmmm.... Back to the hottie...

I'm not mad at you

Hello my friends. I am in retreat mode. I am not mad at any of you, I just need personal reflection time. I love you all and I will be back to myself soon. Those of you new to this, it's normal. I shall return soon.

HumDrum

"U r entertaining my brain..Tell me that ur not married..It just occurred to me i just assumed u aren't" That means she likes me, right? But I am married, on paper, so that's bad? Grrrrr...So frustrated..I mean we talked after and I explained. Then tonight she cancelled out hang out tomorrow, cuz her friend needed her. Rescheduled open ended for next week. Wait and see wait and see wait and see. Always wait and see. I don't wanna wait. I just want something. I thought things were going well for me. They are, I just have to keep telling myself. BBS still hasn't called me. Waiting......So impatient. Fuck. Then there's SS. What a doozie. I have not written her name, yet. What a woman! Too fucking bad she's so fucking far away. We have amazing conversations, we can talk for hours and most of the time we do. I have shared so much, sometimes I think too much. But i know once she's in, I am open for heart break. So everyday, I think, I should end this now before either of us gets hurt. I should change the way I think about her. I should not allow myself to be so open with her, but everyday, I change my mind. You see, it's so easy to just let things be. It's so easy to pretend hearing about the other girls doesn't hurt. She's there. She listens when nobody else can. I am hurting so bad, not knowing why now? Why her? Why there? I just wish I could let go. Let everything happen. I got a text yesterday that said don't wish things are good only when they are bad, wish they are good all the time. I am sick of wishing. Fuck Cinderella, wishes never come true.

Hello Today!! What a strange week it's been. E's been out of town, it seems like forever. I guess we will start with Thursday. Cherry Bomb! My sister EM came into town Thursday evening while I was at school. I picked her and JLB up and we went to the Cash. The line was really long there, so we changed plans and went to Vibe to kill time before Cherry Bomb. There is this amazing looking butch bartender at Vibe. I made sure to order all my drinks from her. We drank and danced, then left and went to CB. CB was very fun. I made out with Orange Face's girlfriend!!! That was the highlight of night. The kissing was alright, but the fact that I found out later who it was made the whole thing that much better. After that little tryst, I hung out with my friends and looked around for E'sK and realized that she hadn't been in the whole time. I asked E where she was and the answer was in her car. I found out later that she couldn't pay the cover, so she didn't go in. Also, E wanted to make out with JLB, so having E'sK in there would not have been conducive. (The next morning E and E'sK jetted off to SF and somehow I got wrangled into taking them to the airport.) E and E'sK left and we went back to Vibe so JLB could see FA; see, suck face, whatever. In the meantime, I was stupid drunk and I had started drinking water . I couldn't believe it when it happened, but the ALB bartender started hitting on me. She asked my name and we held the shake for a while. We'll just call her Butch Bartender S, or BBS. I was so stupid drunk, I told her she was hot and asked her if she gets that alot. I was surprised to hear her so no. Hmmmmm... Well then, can I kiss you? Wow, holy drunk and stupid. To which she responded laughing, not at me, no. She asked when I would be in again and I told her that I would be back Saturday for Boycott. She has a beautiful smile. I went back Saturday and finally at 15 til 2, I asked for her number. She gave it to me and I have called, left message but no return call. Well, I guess I am not so sure how sexy persistence really is. She works at the bar all day and night, so I feel like the ball's in her court, but I really want to talk to her, you know? See what she's like. Anyway, I took the kids to Rainbows Fest on Sunday with JLB and her two girls. Kids are a chic and fag magnet. At a certain booth, I caught a young lady's eye. Really cute girl, who later recognized my kids. We had a mini convo about how dating mom's is easier for me because mom's get the intricacies of being a mom. She tells me that I was wrong and that others get it too. I asked her if she get's it. Yes. Somehow convo moved to my diet and and JLB says too bad there is no good place to get a vegan pizza. I say, no there are a few, but I like Eddies in Tempe. KTJ, that's her name, asks where it is and I tell her it's by Pita Jungle. I've never been to PJ. Well then, I say, there are two placed I need to take you. JLB remarks that I am smooth, I deny hitting on KTJ. They both disagree, so I ask KTJ if it's ok, she says yes, so I ask her if I can call her. She says yes. Yesterday, we talked for 45 minutes then texted non-stop for 5 hours, then talked for another hour. The texting ended and talking started when she asked if I was still married and guessed I wasn't. I could have lied. But then again, I couldn't. the reaction was what I expected. I wish to be divorced and figure out all the stupid shit like custody and house selling later. I just want to be undone from this tie. I fucking hate it. GO WITH YOUR GUT! my gut told me over and over not to marry, that we would have a life without this ring and paper, but I still did it. NEVER OVERRIDE YOUR GUT!!! So i guess I need to wait and see where all this goes. It was a good confidence boost none the less.

Impatient

What is the plan for this life.? I am getting tired of living and waiting for the ultimate end. And what if the end arrives and it's anticlimactic? What if all this pain is a waste? What if I am no better off in ten years, twenty years, fifty years than I am now? I want to know now if I should continue. Will I ever find my place in this world? It's definitely not where I am now, that's for sure. I want to just say fuck it all. I want to quit. Quit it all. It's all too much me. I wake up everyday to discontent. Unrest. Why bother anymore?

i forgot about this til now

So I went out with and active-duty-for-3-more-days marine last night. She was fucking fabulous. I had only chatted with her briefly over email and text, so when I went to pick her up, I was surprised that neither off us missed a beat. It was like we were old buddies. I took her to a hockey game. When the national anthem started, I stood. I felt really wrong about that. I don't usually stand for the NA, but I felt like if I didn't it would cause conflict. So I stood. I averted my eyes from the flag. That's weird. Like the flag is the boogie man, but I felt so compromised that if I looked at the flag, I would become part of the masses. I don't think she noticed me fidgeting. That's it.

maybe, should it end?

Why let myself get deep? It's useless. Distance is too much. But then I ask, how much does a physical relationship matter? Why even get my hopes up when there is no way to do anything about it? Just feeling lame today, I guess. Super moody. Way down. It's E's birthday. I was supposed to be there, but I couldn't be. We made the plans together, but I guess you can never predict someone new. I truly hope they are having a wonderful time. I have felt pretty stable over the last few weeks but now I just feel like running. I just want out of my skin, my home, my state, my country (hard to stake claim to that one). I just want to be someone else, someone with a fabulous life. Not someone who is always struggling. I am too tired to continue. It's just too much right now. Today is Sunday, I should be hanging with my kids, but HE took them all day. Haven't seen them in a week, now I have to wait another week. They probably think I hate them. HE probably tells them that I do. I really hate my job. My goal is feeling out of sight. Deflated. Off to spend money I don't have and put on weight I don't need.

My current mood: Confused

About 5 minutes to blog. Have a job. Hate it. Wish to god I was with my kids. I want to pick them up and nap with KK. I want to make them healthy meals. I want my boys so bad, it hurts like hell. Met someone. She doesn't live here. Of course. It's better that way I suppose. I don't know why yet, but I am sure it will all come out later. Like the Je situation. but this one is really too good to be true. Fuck it all to hell!!! FUCK. No home internet til Saturday. Lost without my outlet. The good old imlettinggo. I should change it to ilostcontrol. Hhhhhhhh... Break over.

Brian

I just want you to know I miss you so much. I can't wait to talk to you. I am hoping that if you have limited access you to the Internet, you check this and know I love you and I support you!! I will see you soon. <3

You know you have a friend when:

*She slithers under the stall door at a bar to hold your hair.
*She comes over in the middle of the night after she had the stomach flu all day to kill cockroaches with you.
*She comes up with silly, amazing ideas, like sing along Sundays, and makes them something to look forward to
*She lets you spend the night, so you have someone to wake up to.
*She nicely tells you the way to cure a learned lisp, even though she doesn't really like what you said to your kid.
*She is invited to hang at your house while your out and she vacuums the whole thing.
*He/she calls when you least expect it and most need it.
*She lets me be mad at her and confront her, because that's my nature, even though it's not hers.
*There is an open door policy at her house.
*She misses me, even if we only talked 24 hours ago.
*All of you genuinely love my kids. I see it and I love you that much more for it.
*No matter what other person she is with, when the Umbrella song comes on, I am the one she dances with.
*Likewise with the Buttons song.
*She lets me dirty dance with her girlfriend.
*She watches all three of my midgets on 3 hours of sleep.
*She see through my sarcastic texts
*She lets me drunk dial her and I am the first one she drunk dials
There is so much more...I will add more when it comes to me... Love you all!!!

The Origin of the Species' Tension

Tribe: a division of some other people. Division? Absolutely. Is it possible that hate, strife and human friction (not the good kind) began when people started dividing into tribes? I believe so. The division continues. More people put themselves into a box, a tribe, when they fall victim of a label. I will not be labeled. A label is a defining adjective. I don't have a definition. Stop labeling me. I am an individual and the only group I belong to is humanity. I started this blog on Friday and have since had several conversations with D. I have always been an individual. There is not really a time I blend on accident, or even on purpose. I am accepting of who I am and I stand by the choices I have made. But it's not good enough for me alone to be un-labeled. With labels come stereotypes. There's no arguments there. Yet, we perpetuate this attitude. We continue the cycle and even fall victim to our own labels that someone else gave us. So, E, when I answered A2's question about whether or not I wanted to be a lesbian, my answer was no, not because I don't like what I am doing, but because I don't fall into , nor want to be in, that box. It's too narrow. I am Jen. I am a human. I love. I do good where I can; I label and stereotype too, but with alot of conscious awareness, I can stop.

Feelings...like the blah blah blah blah blah....

I feel so happy tonight. My job is easy. I am well liked by those I care about and I aced my math quiz. I am at the right moment in my life. I am doing what I was meant to do. I am interacting with exactly the right people. Time is short, but perfectly in sync with my whimsy. I am...on top of MY world!!! I am energized and exhausted! I am harmonious. Who knows how long this will last, but I know when I am here and eventually, I will know how to get back every time I stray. A big shout-out to my friends E and KR for helping me with the kids and having to see HIM everyday. No worries, tomorrow, I pick up the kiddos!!!! I love you all so much and I want the world to know!!!!!! Okay, to much enthusiasm. I like ism's BTW. I should do a blog of ism's? Anybody up for and ism jam session? <3

Holy Guacamole!!!

This is really embarressing, but I now work at ADP. There, it's out. Now, can we move on? Well in a second....seriously the caliber of people who work there is amazing. One step above never educated. Today I had a serious (for the other person) conversation about Cupie Dolls, Star Trek Enterprise and who was the better captain, a psuedo political non-debate :P (no fair, cuz my opponent was, well, not savvy), a challenge for me to eat meat again so I could enjoy honeybear bbq, whether or not a 15 year old should have a cell phone and how did I get my job at Paychex, the test was so hard. The math test or the personality test? I asked. There was a personality test? she asked! Hahahahahaha!!!! Here's another snippit. I turn to my "pod" members; POD being the enclosed group of four cubicles, and said, "It's been a while. What is the Social Security wage base limit?" ............. Are you ready for this... (oh wait, my entire building is sales people and new loads (implamentation).... Scrunched faces, furrowed brows, blank eyes....."What are you talking about? I just key in the information." Holy fucking shit!!!! How does this place stay afloat? Please soemone kick my ass if I become so complacent that I let a computer think for me. Here's another example, "This client actually called me and asked me to do void checks (vouchers) for net to gross. I don't know how to do that. I had to make her do it and give me the numbers." What the fuck??????? Now, the reason I work here is that they were willing to pay what I asked for, I now know why, and the location is closer to my house and opposite of traffic than the new Paychex location. Also, I am getting a divorce and moving to CA with my kids in a year and I needed money to save and pay down credit cards. Am I off the hook now?

Alix Olson

I want to scream. Where has she been all my life? She's my innermost thoughts. She's the culmination of all I believe. She says what I get in trouble with my family for starting to say. Can she be my voice? No, but she can be my courage to speak louder. Those of you who know me, know I don't have trouble speaking up...except to my family. What a strong will. I am so excited now. Going to listen to it again. Thanks KR!

Without the 3rd wheel there'd be no tricycle....

Alone: separate, apart, or isolated from others
Lonely: destitute of sympathetic or friendly companionship, intercourse, support

I just learned what lonely is and I'm not, by definition, lonely. Except, maybe, intercourse. Then what is this feeling? A longing for another human to be completely intimate with me. A person who shares my dreams and encourages them for the greater good of both of us. Really all five of us. Are you already in my life and we just don't know it? (Secret smile...)

The Je Issue Put to Rest?

She called today. She sounded down. Said she was tired and got irritated when I asked her a second time. Lots of pained small talk and I finally asked her if she wanted to talk about the other night. (The other night she told me all the bad things about herself that she could think of in a lame attempt to push me away. Then after I finally told her I don't play games and I like straight-forwardness, she told me that she didn't want a relationship. That we were in two totally different places in our lives. I told her I didn't either. Besides that we live a gazillion miles away, I have alot of shit going on in my life. She called me about an hour later when I was almost asleep calling me baby, asking how my night was, and telling me that she would talk to me "tomorrow sweetie". Ummm, that was weird.) She said she didn't want to talk about it then she said she did. I told her regardless, I needed to say a few things. She said she was happy we were on the same page. I told her that I still wanted to hook up with her when it was convenient for the both of us and she agreed. That felt good. She said she had to go, so we hung up. I called her back after a while because I felt uneasy about how we left it. When she answered, I told her that I had to tell her one more thing. She grumbled because she thought it would be something bad. It wasn't. I just wanted to tell her that I really cared about her and that I missed her camp stories and our lighthearted dialogue. I wanted to still get to know her and become friends with her. She started right away laughing and telling me about the "chicken kicker"! That's what I needed. I think we will still have a future, not in a relationship way, but she will be in my life for a while.

Tickle Me Emo

Who cries at a bar? Apparently me. What set me off this time? Two breakdowns in less than a week...so unlike the past me I got used to. I will try explain. School is starting on Saturday. I am scared to death to be the oldest person in there. Although, thank goddess, I don't look it and none of those young whipper snappers will even suspect my geriatric state. I am also so afraid of failing. Getting up on Saturday morning before 8 is scary enough. Having to be somewhere by 8 is another story. Then there is getting to T/TR classes on time. My new job is in Tempe, my school is in Phoenix. It will be so stressful on the roads. How will I deal with that? I think I will just have to try and leave at 445. My boss seems really cool. OK, so then there is my job. I accepted the position at ADP. I had to take a pre-employment drug screening. I was so afraid I wasn't going to pass, I used another's pee. She's clean and that's what matters. I did the drug test yesterday, which definitely explains some of the tears last night. In preparation of the test, I drank tons of water, read all about how to pass the tests, how long MJ stays in the body and what other substances I could take to debunk the test and buy me some time...just in case I chickened out using D's pee. When I got to D's house to pick up the specimen, I took a shot of vinegar. That shit stings the throat, but I'm all about the cause! I also drank a whole bottle of cranberry juice, and one Ibuprofen and one Tylenol, both of which fuck with the results. I rocked my body hardcore yesterday. At one point I had so much water in me, I felt lightheaded and almost drunk. I have the pee and KR and I set off to the lab. My seat heater in my car is on and I am sweating my ass off just to keep the pee warm. The lab is no longer able to perform drug tests, they have run out of kits. Off to another lab, meanwhile, I have pee in a medicine bottle stashed in my underwear. Get to the other lab, have to wait. It's all good, right? I am scared shitless. I have never done anything like this before. I am so grateful KR was there to keep me calm. The tester calls me into the back. She pulls her rubber gloves on and I have this immediate vision of her patting me down. Oh Shit! The bottle is so obvious. I actually thought to tell her it was my portable vibrator. She asked me to empty my pockets. That was it. I was so lucky. In the bathroom, I dumped the pee in the cup and peed in the toilet my own pee, so they could see I did in fact pee. I waited and waited and waited for the temperature spot to turn green. It was faint, but it went. I walked out and handed her the cup. I had to tell myself several times to steady the cup because my hand was shaking so bad. The deed is done. One less thing to worry about. Picked up the kids and E from school. Well, E really drove herself home, but it was like picking her up. Last night was the last night for me to do two step lessons at the Cash. Except NOT. It was Elvis Death Anniversary and the Lesbian Community was celebrating his life in Style. There were swing lessons and because I don't have a steady dance partner, I did not get to partake of them. I want to take dance lessons bad. I think I need to see if there are any on Saturday after my other class. Went swimming with E, KR, kids and JH. It was fun. My baby K got tired of playing with me and actually told me he wanted to play with his other mommy. (That's E.) I think both mine and E's chest puffed a little with pride! Earlier in the week, the woman at my school admin office told us that a child should have two moms. That was great. HE told me that HE felt it was unfair that I was able to budget to save $1000 per month and that HE felt I should pay for half of the bills so HE could save an equal amount as me. Last week HE said that I should pay the car payment, the cell phone bill and half of daycare. I told HIM I would pay for all that and the whole daycare bill. HE always knows the worst time to drop a bomb on me. HE wants to make it as hard as possible for me to move. I guess what HE doesn't get, even after all these years, is that my will is strong and I will get what I want. Je and I didn't talk at all yesterday. It kinda sucked. I guess I am a little disappointed with the situation, or I was last night, at least. I texted D from the bar. The text was semi-genius, I thought. Of course I was drunk, sooo... It said "Without the third wheel, there'd be no tricycle. I know I'm important." I knew D would know that this was an explanation and a plea, a satiric joke. She understood. Unfortunately, she didn't have her phone on her 'til much later. I really hate not having someone to hold my hand or hold me at night. (Except cuddle Wednesdays!! Haha!) I don't want to be romantically alone anymore. We moved to a couple of different bars and drank some more. Still only three of us. I hid in the bathroom at one bar, left the next bar and E followed me. Even after I texted her not to. I don't want or need to be followed. PWK must think I am the neediest, drama princess ever! I should have had them drive me home after the Cash, but I thought my night would get better, not worse. We ended our club hopping at Charlies, a really fun and packed country gay bar. We went outside and the subject of my straightness came up. I am really sensitive about this right now. I don't belong in either world and that is a very unsettling feeling. I am pretty unconventional anyway and I don't fit in everywhere all the time, but I am also very black and white on alot of important issues. The question of my sexuality is gray. I don't like gray. I want to belong somewhere. I don't want to be in limbo anymore. That conversation was the straw that broke the camel's back. I asked E where the bathroom was with the full intention of just walking the 4.5 miles home. I made it to the side of the bar before I had to sit. I didn't leave my spot for a long time. D finally called me back. Not because she heard my drunk message or my crying message, but because she read into my text. Feels good knowing someone knows me so well. Likewise, E caught on quickly that I didn't just go to the bathroom. I cried alot outside, went inside and tried to tell E I had allergies, even though I knew she wouldn't believe it. We talked again, the serious ME and YOU, nobody else really matters talk. I need that strength right now. Just like I needed our Wednesday sleepover. E means the world to me right now. I danced a couple of times, but the second time, my dance was interrupted by a phone call from A-DS. She's an amazing person. The night ended when a very drunk, soon to be VERY hung over, E fell of a bike with only one peddle and injured herself. At home, I am not sure how I got myself to bed in PJ's, but I slept hard. The night that I prayed to end was finally over.

Do I love myself?

I think my answer was too hasty. It's been my answer for so long that I guess it is easy to just go on believing what I always have. My answer was NO. In no uncertain terms, no. But I don't really think that's it. There are things I don't like about myself, but I am realizing that there are so many more I do like. This has been a year of growth and exploration and acceptance. Short of plastic surgery and/or serious commitment to exercise, my physical body will remain the same as it always was and I accept that. Not only do I accept it, I love it. I am slim and have bones showing where I want them to. I still have fat days and, more than not, bad, or rather, lazy, hair days. I am fortunate to own a couple of hats.. I am dealing with my inner chaos and everyday I recognize and accept my short comings and, more importantly, my qualities. I am a kind person. I have a lot of love for my friends, whom I consider my family. I am giving, sometimes to my detriment. I look for the good in everyone and every situation. I do run my mouth a little too much though and I hold onto the past fiercely if I have been wronged. I am never on time, but not always late. And I get mad at other people for the same problem. I over analyze things sometimes and I can't let them go. I talk about them over and over and usually the problem is so much smaller than I think it out to be. (Like Je....) I used to wonder what my eulogy would sound like. After what E said in the car on Sunday, I don't even care anymore. That was all I needed, to know I touched another person's life the way so many touch mine. So do I love myself? I don't not, that is to say I could. 2007 has changed me in ways I never would have dreamed. I love the person I have become in the last 30 years and want to see what the next thirty brings.

Big Words (and wishes) For a Thunderstorm

It’s 3am. I wish I had {someone.} with me to witness this transcendent exhibit by Dame Nature. The split second daylight followed by a cannonade so loud the air and earth reverberate about me; a whispered mist coming from the wind-driven rain outside my asylum.

I Wish I Was Back

So I went to San Diego again last weekend. Got in this morning around 1am. There is so much about this trip I want to say and so little that is coming to my stuffed brain. I am not sure whether to tell it like a story or just write about some amazing things that occurred in my brain and out. I was mad when we left an hour and a half late. I was mad because I had to face the wrath of HIM. I was mad cuz that meant we were getting there and hour and a half later than I thought. I was mad cuz I felt like we both had alot of time to pack. When she got in the car, she knew I was mad. What I didn't realize was that she has shit going on too. I am not the only one with a vida loca. We had it out for about three minutes, then it was done. I know you hate confrontation, E, and I know I force it on you and I am always impressed by the way you deal with me. (Even though I may not show it at the time.) The drive was long. I drove 5 hours and 45 minutes, she drove 15 minutes!! Ha! I was delirious when we finally switched on the freeway stuck in traffic at 9:30 pm. Finally at the hotel, shittiest parking spaces ever. But you managed and we didn't move the car all weekend. Je and I started where we left off. E and A-DS started over...again. At Captain Keno's, a little kissing in the bathroom hall. Baby, she called me, then stopped and said she couldn't call me that cuz I wasn't her girlfriend, so I suggested that she and I be weekend girlfriends, and that's what we became. Then someone walks in and she runs away. Went from pinning me against the wall to locking herself in the stall. Whoa. She says sometimes people aren't as cool as that guy, the one who walked in on us, was. She says they can be downright mean and instead of listening to it, or fighting back, as I would do, she runs away from it. Am I so naive that I think I can take on every intolerant prick out there? Got drunk fast. Back at the hotel, I got to be on top and figured out my hip bone is very handy. Someone being concerned about my pleasure took me aback. I actually didn't know what to do with that. I had performance anxiety more than once because I was expected to enjoy myself too. I can honestly say getting her off was a pleasure in itself. Not like a boy though. I wasn't a tool, I was a participant. I could definitely do that again. And I hope soon. The girls drank all day Saturday and smoked. :( I am not a very good pace yourself kind, so I was sober most of the day. Gosh I am sure there is so much I am forgetting. The beach sparkled. Not metaphorically, The Goddess actually sprinkled glitter on the sand for me to be delighted every time I looked down. I love the ocean. I love how peaceful I feel when I smell the air, taste the water, hear the waves.. I honestly can't think of anything bad that has ever happened to me by the ocean. Buried A-DS in the sand. What a sport! Je and I had a little moment. I said something she didn't like, or really understand, and she had a physical reaction, then we went on like nothing happened. Later I made her discuss it. I don't like pending issues. Je and I left the beach to take a shower. She showered first. When she got out, she smelled so good. I wanted her and that was the hottest I have been in forever. I got to use my hip again. Hehe.. I think my favorite memory of the whole trip will be going to get takeout from one place and running to the bar for a little drinky drink... or three. We had the same bartender both nights, Da, we shall call him. We found out that they had a birthday cake every Saturday night, so later we surprised A-DS with a bday celebration. Anyway before we picked up the order we had shots and mudslides and conversation and kisses and peace. We raced to get our food. I won, but it's just cuz my legs were longer, Je is fast. We ate our food on the balcony patio at the Portafino Inn, room 228. The breeze was soft and the burger was amazing. Laughter, food, friends and a lover. Does it get any better? Apparently so, cuz Je and I got into the hot tub after dinner. The bday celebration commenced at C.K.'s. The drinking continued. I went down to the beach alone that night. Drunk and happy. I stood in the water and got my PJ's wet, almost lost my shoes. When I got back, I curled up next to my weekend girlfriend. So comfortable, so real, so content. Then she left at 630 in the morning. Back to camp. Will I ever see her again? Was leaving as hard for her as watching her leave was for me? The rest of the day is a blur, until I had a total and surprising breakdown in the car. I don't want to leave. I am uncertain about the future. Will I be able to move? Is this job right for me? How much can HE hold me back from my dreams. The hug I needed the most came from the seat next to me. It was then I realized how powerful the love and friendship I have with her is and how I had affected her life. What you said to me was unbelievable. How could I have so much influence on someones life? Del Mar Beach was amazing, absolutely worth the $35 parking ticket I got for not reading the Pay Here to Park Here sign. Dinner was great the ride home was great the fact that you had your pipe on your lap for the border patrol to see (and they missed) was great. I hate to be back in town, but I did miss my friends and I think VD and KRL *ABSOLUTELY MUST* move with us to CA. Unconditional love and acceptance are the two greatest things I can teach my boys. Tomorrow, I will write about Sunday morning with Joyce.

Open Mind, Open Heart

I have always thought of myself as very open. In every sense of the word. Accepting (as well as hella readable). I love so many people for so many different reasons. Have I ever passed judgement on someone I didn't know? Yes. I can acknowledge now that what I did was hurtful. This may not be the most coherent post; it's late and I haven't been stoney in weeks, but I am going to try to make some sense of my thoughts. I just finished reading an amazing book. To me this book is a story; I don't identify with the main character at all, but I have friends who do or possibly would if they read it. The story itself isn't as important to me as the lesson I learned from it. Words can be weapons, even unsaid words etched in a disapproving face can be so damaging. I have the capacity to love and yet I find, sometimes, I withhold it. The reasons are, I'm sure, many. Fear, mostly though. I fear that what I see in another that I don't like, judge, make fun of, what have you, is what I don't like in myself. Upon first sight, I see only physical manifestations of character. A gait, a feature, perhaps, clothing even. And based on that, I choose whether or not I want to get to know a person. How many amazing people am I pushing aside based on one sideways glance? A skewed view of who a person is based on a one second assessment? Is it possible to get to know every single person I see? Yes, I think so. Probable? Absolutely not. Based on a person's appearance, is it okay to decide not to get to know them? The guy at my interview today that walked by, he looked dim, a mouth breather, probably loves NASCAR, no wedding ring; maybe he's lonely. I just don't know and as you can see from the first word I chose to describe him, I don't really want to know. That is about as honest as I get. I'm a real asshole. I think every conscience moment, which if you really think about it, only a few moments in your life are actually conscience, I spend examining myself and my tendencies, will bring me closer to real acceptance for all humankind. I promise myself that I will try harder not to come to snap judgements about people because maybe I would like NASCAR if I gave it a watch. Maybe.

E

Just posting some love for my girl E. H-bomb is a asshole. You deserve way more than that. Don't settle until you find the person who is meant to be with you forever. And not her, cuz I don't think I can hear about it forever! Haha! You and I have an amazing friendship and sometimes beyond. Some days I don't understand why the universe brought you to me and some days I am grateful beyond belief. Don't ask me why. You will have a piece of my heart until it beats no longer. I have said things to you that I had never said out loud before and you didn't judge me. You have taught me things I would never have learned alone. You have brought me to tears more than once, you gave me back things I thought I had lost forever. You also piss me off the most of any of my friends! You always keep me on my toes, that's for damn sure! You are the BD to my SM and always will be! I love you, mama!

Jobby Job

I had that phone interview I was so nervous for. I showered, dressed nice and did my hair and makeup for a phone interview. How big of a dork am I? It went well, which is what I was afraid of. Then I had a face to face interview. I went in with the cocky confidence that can get a girl in trouble or hated, but I didn't care. I don't really want a job anyway. Now I have been called back for a third interview with the GM. Why am I allowing this to go on? I guess I like to entertain the idea of an 18 dollar an hour job. I know I am worth at least that in my field. Before this third interview, I have an interview at Mama Java's, my favorite coffee shop. It's probably an 8 dollar an hour job that would make me really happy, but would not really help me towards my goal of moving. I do really need a break from the kids, and this job could afford me the possibility of being home sometimes during the day and being able to still pick them up from school. This decision is mine to make ALONE. And that is just how I am feeling right now, ALONE. It seems to be a no brainer, the job where I make the money, right? The thing is, I hate corporate america. (So much I don't capitalize america.) I hate the thought of killing myself and destroying my family just so I can have money. I realize that I need money to do the things I want to do, but there must be a better way to accomplish these goals without being Bush's whore. So I have to weigh my pro's and con's and really think about it. You wanna know something, if I take the coffee shop job, I can smoke this weekend. That's a pro. I haven't been stoned in almost two weeks and I am really wanting to get stoned with Je this weekend. I may go the interview tomorrow at mama Java's and hate it, who knows? Any of my readers have any advice or want to help me weigh out my pros and cons, you know how to contact me.

So many questions, no answers

What would you say your strengths are? Your weaknesses? Who would you say has had a great impact on your life and why? Are you looking for a career or a job? Are you willing to relocate? In case you can't tell, I have a job interview tomorrow. The first interview is on the phone. Then a follow up in person. I am really nervous. I am more worried I will get the job, then not. I have never turned down a job offer before. Not even a stupid one. I think the summer with the kids made me crazy enough to go back to work, but summer is ending in two and a half weeks. Shit. Well, wish me luck? How about wish me to figure out what it is I truly want. The money would be good. I asked for a nice salary. What would I do with baby K? The older boys? My house? My social life? Target? I am so ahead of myself, it is ridiculous! It's just a phone interview! Follow up tomorrow.

Anyone Want to Dance?

So I had a date. It had to be postponed for a week, I was sad about that, but whatever. I meet her at the bar fro 2 step lessons. She couldn't stop jumping around and moving. I started to suspect she was on something, but i couldn't get E alone to ask her. I asked her why she was so hyper and I called her cracky once also. She did not like that... E kept looking at us so I assumed she noticed too. Anyway after the lesson, she started to come down. She said she needed to go out to the car to get a lollipop. Claiming hypoglycemia. She finished the sucker and i expect that she would pop back up, but then she starts biting her lower and scrunching her face up. She started to fall asleep at the table. (Je called i between all this and I was a little perturbed because I wanted to talk to her but couldn't because I was on the worst date ever.) This girl finally leaves. Scrunch scrunch, chew chew. I call Je immediatley. I tell her I had the worst date ever and she says, sorry. Then she says, no I'm not really sorry. She likes me.... So here I am, no better off than last week, with no dance partner and now a third notch on the disater girl belt.

And just cuz I don't want to start a whole new blog...

I really like Je. She's smart, funny and, I think, hella sexy. The problem is, I don't want to like her. She's so far away. I want to be near her, right now, in fact. Out of the girls I have hung out with so far, she is the only one who has really turned me on. With the exception of course of one person. Hehe... Maybe it's just the more experirnce I have with girls, the more natural things come? I don't know, but I don't feel intimidated by her at all. I don't feel the pressure of expectation. Could it be the distance? I'm not really worried about it all the time, just when I think about it.

KR

I miss you in a big way. Are you ever coming home to stay there? I miss your laugh and your kind way and your sarcasm. Oh and Cherry bomb is next week, yo!! You still going? Loosen up my buttons babe...

Unprovoked Attack

We'll get through this D. I understand that you are emotional right now. If you think I am not going through the same thoughts and questions as you, you are wrong. You have been gone all summer. I have relied on E for alot. Yes we are closer, but she cannot replace you, just as you could never replace her. I love you both so much and never would have thought there would be jealous animosity between you. You are there for me in ways I never knew a friend could be there. And I know you will still be that friend, even after this afternoon. I made a decision not to go to a water park. I had to be back on my side of town by 5. Not easy during rush hour. As for Monday, I had plans with E before I even knew you were coming home. You didn't even know when you were coming home until I was already in San Diego. Hanging up on me because you said all you wanted was a bit childish, hanging up on me three times was disrespectful. As far as having me all to yourself, we both know we need to plan that. No kids, no spouses, no V, no E! If you want to get fired up about E being with me alot of our hang out time, then I will bring up V. When is the last time you and I went out dancing alone? Never. V is always there. I don't complain. When was the last time we had a drink alone? A very long time. I don't complain. In the beginning, I got that it was easier for you to keep it up with V when I was around. I didn't complain. When I needed you alone, I told you. Most of the time it happened, but sometimes, I was disappointed to find V was coming. The thing is, I wasn't jealous, I never questioned our relationship. I love you and I know you are my friend, I know you have my heart. I feel like you are taking out the Scott thing on me. I have nothing to do with that. I have nothing to do with Soh or the fact that you want to keep hanging out with them after they repeatedly hurt you. I get that you are upset and I am here to listen, but not to be yelled at because you are upset about somebody else. Please talk to me when you are ready. I will be here.


12 am follow up
We are on the mend. I talked to you tonight. You and me babe. I love you!

San Diego Pride

Chapter 1
The Drive There

Left Friday evening. Rode in the back seat of a VW beetle. E and J drove. Music was loud. Weed was free flowing. That is until we had to stop at a border patrol check point...with drug sniffing dogs...ten minutes after we smoked...with E driving... Whoa! Shaking. Cigarettes burning. Freaking, not me though. I was too stoned to be freaked out. Before I left, I promised E I would be nice to J. I made sure I thanked her and told her how much of a rock star she was. Maybe a little over done, but who cares? I wanted to have a great weekend. I figured once I got to the club, I could break away if I needed. I am not as hopeless as E would have everyone believe. :) E and I texted the whole way and when we were almost there, we got caught by J! Shit! foiled again by that meddling kid! We got to the hotel room which I had to sneak into because we only paid for two people. (Got caught anyway!!!) We all changed our clothes (in case I forget to mention it, E had a major breakthrough... she was able to change in front of people, well maybe just her shirt, but that's really good! You go, darlin'!!)

Chapter 2
Tube Top Hottie

So I bought this tube top like 6 months ago, but I couldn't wear it because it was a little see through. I knew it looked good on me, so I finally broke down and bought a strapless bra to wear under it. My boobs looked big, my jeans were a perfect fit, not being a fat day and all. J has changed about four times already. In the car, we had a discussion about tube tops and how sexy they can be. J said she would have to see it on me first to decide if I should wear it. AS IF!!!! Oh J, you don't like my top, I will change it now.....NOT!!! Fucking tard! Anyway, I looked good. But J didn't like the color. Well the green and cream were alright, but the blue stripe. And the way the stripes were diagonal. Holy hell J, does that J stand for jealous much? J then stated that she had to change because she "could not be out-femmed by" me. I will decipher that code for everyone, it goes as follows, "J (me) looks so much hotter than I do and I can't let that happen, cuz I'm way prettier (me snickering), so I will change into something I think is way cooler and sexier." Leggings and a dress, J? Nice try though.

Chapter 3
The Loft and Getting to It

Pick up L at the airport. So we're a little late. I guess J didn't know that about me and E. we're never on time, especially together. not knowing S.D., J did a really good job of navigating all 4000 freeways. We made it to downtown a little after midnight. E and I were really hungry and E was in a particularly bad mood. (Low blood sugar.) J wanted to go out to a club. I know I wasn't feeling it, but.... So we couldn't find one. We called everyone we knew to give us some clue as to where to go, but to no avail. We ended up in Hillcrest, the predominately gay section of town, at a bar called The Loft. It was a gay man's club, which there seem to be a lot more of around. i didn't feel like drinking so I went and danced with a nice old man, then I went outside to enjoy the fabulous weather, watch gay men have a super dramatic argument and read the Pride Guide. E came looking for me; I guess she thought I left like I did the other night from E Lounge, but alas, I just wanted air.

Chapter 4
Mission Beach Taco

We left The Loft and J, ever the princess and courteous hostess, wanted to take E to the beach, thinking that was what she needed to obtain a better state of mind, when in fact it was just sustenance. We found our way to Mission Beach, thanks to Gary and Terri. Two food stands were open. J and L went to the Gyro stand and E and I went to the taco stand. On our way to get tacos, some guy told me he liked pussy as much as I did. And he proceeded to go into detail. Thank you guy, I needed that. Yummy burrito!! Hell yeah! E ordered tacos. This may sound irrelevant but as you are about to read, it is not. There was a guy in line behind us. He started talking to E about his tacos. She said her tacos were better because she ordered hers first. The guys interpret ted and restated her comment as such, "I guess your tacos would taste better cuz you eat them better." Haha!! I laughed my ass off. That is not what she said at all! That guy insisted that was what he heard.

Chapter 5
Beach, Burrito and Low Tide

While my friends sat away from the water, I got as close as possible. I love the ocean. She speaks to my soul. She calms me and coddles my sore heart. Peace floods my body with every incoming wave. She is my friend and I am free to let my thoughts wander when I am with her. I thought so much about nothing and everything in that half hour alone. (That's another whole blog.) I could hear them from time to time and felt sorry that they (especially E) could not feel what I was at that moment. I guess she might have, but I don't know. She was with J, so I assume she was not feeling complacent. "Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?" Irish accent, that was enough for Lauren. She went off for a tussle in the sand with Phillip. back to the hotel. lucky we didn't get kicked out, I guess the manager figured out there were four of us, not two, but we all know how Neverlies embellishes her stories. Hard time sleeping. Should have smoked before bed. Giggling from the next bed over.

Chapter 6
Pride Day!

Woke up at 9:30. Totally not enough sleep. Showered, washed my hair. J says she will flat iron it for me. Great, I said, cuz I can't ever do the back well. I started to do it while she tried on 10 different outfits. Rainbow halter, bikini top, black shirt, white tank, jeans, black pants, so on and so on. When we think she finally settles, she comes into the bathroom vanity area and starts to help me. I told her it was quite a process no matter how short my hair was. She tried to put a bump on the top of my head. No bumps I said, absolutely not. She yanked my hair through the flat iron a few more times, then she said, Oh that looks good. It wasn't even done. I stayed there for another 20 minutes finishing it. Wore my pink plaid shorts. I love them. Also my red and rainbow bikini top and some layered tanks. (Well my belt wore my tanks most of the day.)

Chapter 7
Denny's and Godly Old Woman

Waiting for a table at Denny's. "Keep the Ten Commandments" is what the bumper sticker says. An old woman steps out. I am a little stoney and thirsty. I go inside and find that there are 4 counter seats available. Come on girls, I say. Let's eat. We all take our seats and E is sitting next to the Godly Old Woman. E with her arms crossed and wary glances, GOW stiff, eyes shifted left. J and L talk too loud about girl sex and who's sleeping with whom and what not. Their speech and subject definitely match their age at this moment. (Early 20's.) The conversation moves to the origin of the rainbow as a gay symbol. The GOW pipes in now that the rainbow originated in the bible as God's promise never to flood the earth again. Thank you, I said. Well he sure did a doozie on southeast Asia last year, says L. But I guess they aren't a God fearing people, L again. This isn't the place for a religious discussion. There is a time and place, but this GOW is too old to change her ways now.

Chapter 8
The Museum Parking Lot

Text: Where are you? We're in the museum parking lot. Oh my gosh, so are we. Then there they are. A-DS and her friend Je. A-DS is really very pretty.(Nice taste, E!) Je has to be pee. I am intrigued. She's pretty cute. Hmmm.. Well, we'll see where the day leads. Hugs and intros all around. Where do you know her from?, J asks. Dinah Shore. The answer. Oh, pursed lips, possessive demeanor. Walking together, all 6. A-DS and Je and I are walking quite a bit ahead. A-DS, Where are your people? Me- E's my only people out of that group. Talk about my pink shorts for a bit. Shoot the shit..haha, I just wanted to say that. At the gate, we part ways. I wait for the other three. What a beautiful day. Take off the tanks, and head for the alcohol. Drinking, walking, drinking, walking. Biting. Alot of biting. Some of my parts are still sore three days later. J, are you feeling left out? I would be.

Chapter 9
Dinner Dates, Goodbye Kisses

L calls. Do we want to meet her and her dad for dinner? I guess, E and I say. Seven I guess. I go get food. I am hungry now, who knows when we will actually be eating. E and I share a falafel, J didn't want to share. E gets a text, Come say goodbye to us, we're in the back beer garden. The cool beer garden as it turned out. E, J, Naked Bubbles girl and boy and I walk to the other garden. J is starting to get pissy. We are going there to say auf wiedersehen to A-DS and Je. We have to jump a fence for some reason. That was fun. I don't get to jump many fences. When we get in, we find the girls right away. E goes to hang with them. I tell Naked Bubbles kids to divert J's attention, cuz she keeps looking for E. I let them in on the situation. We're all rooting for you E! They take care of her for a while. A-DS asks me how long E and I have been together. Ha! We're not I say. What? You totally are. Nope. Many people think that though. J finds us. Naked bubbles go back to their tent. Je starts Operation J Diversion all over. Arm around her, pretending like she is all into her. I back off. I thought Je really liked her. E asks me what I think about Je. She's cool......and cute. Je and I start talking. It's time to go. We have to be at dinner in 10 minutes and it will take us at least a half hour to get there. Goodbye Je, small peck on the lips. That was cute, do it again. Way more than cute the second time. I like kissing girls, especially one's who kiss well. Just cancel. She does. Much drama in between, but I don't want to recount that. I just want to think about having my collar bone licked...that was hot and it still turns me on thinking about it four days later. All the while E and A-DS were making out while J was getting sick cuz she drank herself stupider.

Chapter 10
The Kiss Heard 'Round the World

Walking to the front gate. J has fallen ill. Wants to get home. Je fell. I didn't see but it hurt bad I could tell. I kiss her to make it better...at least for me it felt better. I look up and A-DS and E are kissing.....and J IS WATCHING!!!!!!!!!! She runs away! Holy crap, mayday, mayday. The OJD failed. Abort Abort! Well, E goes after her. Why I ask? Why? I want to dance. A-DS and I are dancing to Erasure, the live Erasure!!!!!! Fuck Yeah. I have a decision to make, which I really had no choice but to choose to go to with E. Her pleading eyes. Her threatening tongue. You owe me girly. I left Je and A-DS to drive in a tense car all the way to La Mesa. I knew I wasn't going to hook up again that night. Sad me.

Chapter 11
The Curb, Stoop Talk, L's Dad, Rachel? and Swimming

E asks, Why do I always put myself in such chaos? E, I don't know what to tell you. Really, E, why do I? Because that's where I am comfortable I guess. Dealing with senseless drama is easier than dealing with my real issues. We talk on the curb so J can tell L what happened. L asks J what she expected when they are not in a committed relationship, there was mass amounts of alcohol involved and we were at Pride. J and L come out to smoke. E and L go inside. I'm stuck listening to the chimney asking me how I would feel. I didn't have an answer because it's never happened to me. J cried and I didn't hold her. At the time I felt really shitty about that. I would have held a stranger if they were crying, why not this girl? Back inside, there was a strange sight. L and E on the bed......I wish I could leave it at that, it would be funny. No, but, L's dad was in the room too just having a casual conversation with them. It struck me as so strange because my dad wouldn't sit in a girls bedroom and chat them. I don't know. Anyway... L's dad heated up the pool and hot tub for us. we got changed and L and I went out to swim while E and J talked...again. L's little, introverted to the max, half sister, Rachel, came to swim with us. l's dad told L to get her out of her shell. Show her gay stuff, so she wouldn't be so sheltered. The mom raises this girl fundamentalist christian. Eeeeegads. I was so uncomfortable with the thought of him wanting Rach to be exposed to way more than her mom ever would want her to know in a lifetime. When j and E finally joined us, the tension was unbearable. We got out soon after.

Chapter 12
Sweed Dreams, Honey

After all that and knowing it would be a long night, J still wanted to sleep with E, who, bless her heart, could not say NO. (You've been doing really good lately though.) So L and I shared a pull out couch. Knowing I wouldn't sleep, I suggested we hit the curb and smoke. Good idea self. I was almost asleep when L came to couch. She wanted to talk to me about having kids and why didn't I have an abortion. I have definitely answered that question before. She proceeds to tell me how the whole process of pregnancy and birth to her was like a parasite infiltration. This tape worm is ingested and grows and grows until it no longer fits in it's space then it is violently expelled! I laughed my ass off. L, you sure have a way with words girl. I am still laughing. E was pissed to hear me laughing from the other room. Sorry woman, I tried to get you out of sleeping with her. I think mid-sentence we both fell asleep.

Chapter 13
Kosher Breakfast

L's dad took us all out to eat at a Kosher diner. What fun. On the way there, I asked E to go to a party with me Friday night. J said, Honey, we will be in SF that weekend. We are still going aren't we? (E) Do you still want to? (Me thinking) Just say I don't think that would be a good idea. Tension hung in the air like L's snatch smell. Please turn on some music, I say. At the restaurant, they had pickles on the table to munch on. E picked one up with her hand and discarded it back in the container before she realized that was what she did. Gross girly! One side of the table was J, E and me. The other side was dad, L and Rachel. E and I basically had our own conversation the whole time. J kept trying to hold E's hand which is a sight to behold. How many different ways can E pull away? How many pull aways before J gets it? The old ladies next to us leave the restaurant. They comment on how lovely dad's kids are Such nice girls and the boy... Oh Dear, you're a girl! End of breakfast, J gets a call that can't wait and leaves the table. Iam talking with dad about how, when , why I choose girls over boys. (Another whole blog I have been meaning to post.) He asked E if she is ok with my kids and on the way out tells me I am lucky to have E. It occurs to me that he thinks E and I are together.

Chapter 14
La Jolla Snorkeling

I didn't have a chance to correct him. On the way to La Jolla, we saw a motorcycle crew doing wheelies on the freeway. It was surreal. I kept thinking they would tip backwards. The beach is beautiful but a bit cold for my skin. L, E and J are wading into the water. J says it's not so bad, you should come in. I think about it, I could. I would warm up, but I think I will let J have E to herself out there. I am sure E will really appreciate this. Not competition in the ocean. I walk back to our sunny spot on the top of the hill and get some sun. E comes up shortly after. We chill on the blanket, listen to the music and make fun of orangeface. It's time to go and J decides she needs to have a talk with with E right then. They walk. We pack. The pics from that walk are hilarious, but because this is pretty much an anonymous blog, I can't show them. The will however be posted on my myspace. There is one of the two of them where E is actually frowning! The corners of her mouth are downwards. And J is just smiling away!

Chapter 15
Home Sweet Home

The ride home was pretty uneventful. E and I rode in the backseat together. J kept on glaring backwards at us. They smoked like chimneys and I had the worst headache. We laughed our asses off at random things and planned our return S.D. trip to visit with A-DS and Je. That BTW is less than two weeks away!!!! Hell yes! When we got to my house, I go all my shit out of the truck and shut it. As soon as the trunk was shut, J peeled out! I had to laugh. I know this trip must have sucked for her and yet I don't really feel bad. Back to life, back to reality....

What the Hell?

I seriously need some psychiatric advice. I am leaving that blog up to remind myself why I can't lose my temper. It was only 6 bucks and I said mean things. Words hurt as bad as a hand. And I would never hit them. Bad Mommy Monster!!! Mommy monster is put away now. I feel like a real idiot. My kids saw right through me. I asked them how they feel about me moving out and as calm as ever...not even a flinch. They all said "Good". Whoa. Did not expect that. Later on I apologized. They did too and very later on, I asked them again about me moving out and they said "Bad"! I said what about earlier. And I kid you not, all three said, "Well we were mad at you." So matter of fact. Those creatures I have taught so well. I was always like that with my punishments. Oh NO! My kids are growing up to be super emotionless. Those of you who knew me before know that my repressed feeling plus HIS bubbling over with repression feelings equals Serial Murderer children. I can see it now on A&E, When good kids go bad: The making of a Tween Serial Killer. I'm over it. In my fit though, I rewrote my resume and posted to ADP. Another payroll company. Under salary requirements, I posted at least $17/ hour. That way I can save for whatever I need to. I talked to Aa about 10 times today. I really like talking to her. I think it would have been ok for her to go with us to CA. She had a saddening talk with her ex today and she called me to talk about it. We both cried today. E, CONGRATS on saying NO to me! You did great and I wasn't mad...not that I would have been even if you had beat around the bush, but... In fact I was so elated you said no, I almost forgot what I asked you! Woohoo. I like the stoney post cuz I'm stoney and I thought of it myself. Chao!

To the Tune of "Swimming Swimming in the Swimming Pool"

Stoney Stoney on the Internet
My Pupils are big
My eyes are Red
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Wouldn't it be nice if there was nothing else to do?
But....

Susan Smith?

No. I would never kill them, but I really did want to hurt them bad for wasting six dollars in stamps. I hate myself for not liking my kids. I don't want to be around them. I don't want to hear their voices. I don't want to console them. I want to run away. Far away. They did nothing to deserve me. I hate me. I am the worst mom. I hate being a mom. I make no difference in their lives. They will grow up and be shitty parents too. But I can't leave them. If I did, it would be familial suicide. Who cares. My family hates me anyway too. I am so angry right now, but I can't even leave the house without three little fuckers following me in hysterics. I am freaking out. Nobody could possibly understand. Nobody. I am alone in this. What a fucking surprise. They keep talking talking talking. I want to be gone. Away. Far. Dead. Death is the only way out. The only way they would not blame themselves for the rest of their lives. I might bump my heroin usage year to 30. Be gone before anyone knows. It's all a lie anyway. This life. My life. There is no satisfaction in this life. There never will be. Every triumph destroyed before it gets to be appreciated. I hate them. I chose to ruin my own life and I blame them. They didn't ask to be born into my hell. Hell I didn't ask for it. What should I do? Does anybody know? Can anyone help me?

Never Know

Is the swelling, mounting breath-taking feeling in my gut excitement or anxiety? What a strange question to have to ask. I should know that answer, but lately the feelings have been one in the same. I wonder if it's a sixth sense feeling. (I do see dead people sometimes) Should I be looking out for signs?

I'm going to San Diego on Friday. I am going with E, J and hopefully KBl. KBl's dog is sick, so if she doesn't get better by then, KBl can't go. I could invite A, but I think I will just stick with the other two if KBl doesn't go. I will just make out alot with random people. That sounds alright, but I know the sex thing will come up and I am dreading it. (That reminds me, I touched boobs last night!! Ha!) I also almost got incarcerated. Not the smartest thing we have ever done, huh E? Unfortunately not the stupidest thing either. Anyway I am so looking forward to S.D. Beach, my girls, surfing, random hotties!!!!! I will also be really nice to J....or at least I will try! (Shoulder shrug and innocent smile.)

I have a date tomorrow or I did. I have to cancel. HE has something going on and since I am leaving on Friday night, I feel like I need to let him go. The only other thing I can think of is to go out later. I guess I will have to do that. Oh well. I will figure something out. I always do. I am going out with A who sort of scares me.She says WE alot. WE like me and her. Ummm... I guess I just need to play it by ear and see what happens. Couldn't be bad. She's really great.

Dreamgirl

I am usually a dreamer, but lately I have lost my dreams. I don't daydream as much. I don't wish anymore. Even at night, I don't dream. i wake up and feel as if I haven't slept at all. I miss my nightly prances. My dreams used to be like predictions. Now nothing. Does that mean my future is nothing? I had a dream to homestead once. I wanted to simplify my life. Live on a large piece of land, live off that land as much as possible. It's not that I don't want to do that anymore, but I no longer have a partner. Who am I kidding? HE was never my partner in that. What a beautiful life that would have been. I wanted to make it a community because I could never leave my friends behind. They would just move with me. We would have a community kitchen and dining room in the middle of the land. I would never require that we ate together all of the time. It was going to be an experiment in the notion that it takes a village to raise a child. I have even dreamed I would find that person who would have the same dream as me, but now I don't know if that will happen. I know the life I am in now is unfulfilling to my soul. I have fun, that's for damn sure, but I really get nothing out of it when the night ends. I love my friends, I really do, but is this really my life? I want love so bad it hurts. I have my kids. I shouldn't be allowed to have them. I don't deserve them. I sometimes have to dream I am somewhere else just to hug them. Sometimes I want to just squeeze them. I know this isn't normal. No mother should ever WANT to not be a mom anymore. What's the matter with me? What has changed that I can't stand my life? I am a shitty housekeeper. I let them graze all day sometimes instead of feeding them regular meals. I ignore them. I let them leave the house dirty, citing personal choice. I have to force myself to let them hug me. I dream about being somewhere else all the time. Doing something amazing, although I don't know what that amazing thing could be. Is this all I am? A non-dreamer? A mom? I should never have been allowed to have kids, just like my mom shouldn't have been able to have kids. Just so tired.

Why didn't your marriage work?

I think because I never wanted it to. He's a nice man. We had a very brief history and then a baby. Over the years we have had much financial trouble. I actually can't remember a time when we didn't have to worry about keeping the electricity on. We have never been stable emotionally or financially. We did not have a strong base to begin with and we have, over the years, built alot on our crumbly foundation. The more weight of responsibility we added, the heavier the burden of keeping things together. So why try this long, why add more to it? It's what you're supposed to do when you grow up. Get married, have children, buy a house. We did it all. My last two kids were born without love between HIM and I present in the room. Mere tolerance. They did not deserve that. I thought I could learn to love him. I tried. I wrote in a journal every day for a month something I appreciated about him. I whispered when I wanted to yell. I laughed at something in my head when he made me mad. Did I ever love him? I guess so, enough to have sex with him in the beginning. (Towards the end, it was, sadly, just habit.) Times have been difficult. Adjusting to his family was really hard for me. They have changed alot to make me feel comfortable. They try very hard. He used to try. Sometimes he still makes small efforts, but more than not, he ignors our world. We still have a world. Five if us live in it, actually three live in and rule it right now, while two of us checked out a while ago. I need to get back there. I need to be in a place of safety. They need me to reign once more. I will I tell them. I will, but I don't. I can't. I don't want to. That's what's real. Anyway. He and I are splitting. I am happy about this. But I ponder. What could I have done to make this work? What did I do to make it fall apart? I know I had so much to do with it. I know I have a mouth, I have a mean spirit when I am feeling disappointed and let down. I have said things that I wish I could have taken back. I have also learned from these mistakes. I just want to be happy. I am really distracted now. Child still awake.

Wishes are pointless

Definition of wish is as follows: to desire; long; yearn. None of these synonyms does this word justice. To wish is so much more. Whole hopes go into a wish. And yet most wishes stop at the spoken word. Wishes can't be controlled. I wish there were no pineapple in my trail mix. That's not going to change a damn thing. I wish to be happy. Well I will have to make myself that way. The whole concept of wish needs be redefined. A wish is a yearning you will do nothing about and hope it comes true. It's pointless to waste your breath or your time wishing. I will no longer have wishes. Just goals. I will use the word WISH sparingly. Do I no longer believe in magic? I don't want to be a grown up. Is there magic still left in this world? Children are growning so fast. Even my no TV or media kids are so much more street smart than I was at thier age. I have definatly helped make them that way. (I just asked B out, right now. Just thought I would document that!) I have always talked to them like gro

Woke up shitty

Smoked last night. That's a small reason why I am so emo today. I can't even stay here to type this. HE is home. Fat and sweaty. Where does the money go? HE gets cash every week, but hasn't given me any. Does HE spend all the money during the weekend? HE doesn't want to watch the kids so I can work more, but HE doesn't give me any cash. I could go to the bank but we have bills. I feel so out of control. I hate him living here. I changed my myspace name. SO EMO!!! I swear I am a teenage boy... Met a girl Thursday night. I think she likes me. We talked twice yesterday. She's pretty cool. But... I don't know. I have to stop all this thinking shit. I hate my situation. I want to run away. I really want to nap for a long time. Days, weeks, months, outside, listening to the world in nature. San Diego next weekend. Where will the money come from? I will find it somewhere. I always do. I should just sell my body. It seems to be all people are interested in. I'm going on a drive.

It's the bomber part of the jager bomber

that makes me stay up so late writing blogs in my panties and bra. (No worries, I ttok pictures to remember what a dumb ass I was.) I guess this may be the most honest you will get me. I kissed a chic tonight. It was a good kiss. She may not have been hot, but christ, e, were you one of those popular bitches i would never be freinds with in HS? I was helping a sista out. The girl was distraught. and a good kisser. Ok amybe not so honest and stupid. I just deleted my honesty. Why did you pull that shit with J? Warning honey. Don't like on the spot. As it turns out I was never friends with the cheer leaders either. Fancy that. My belly is so full of liquid that needs to come out, it's not funny. I had an awesome night. I loved my walk. Especially the part where I conversed with my dearly beloved. I will go dancing again with tranny (don't care what the Katrina...the hurricane, says,) again. She and I work well together. I mean dance. Ha. I am so tired and drunk that if the make out girl saw me, she would run. I was told I have amazing eyes. That was nice. people are nice. Despite the fucking drama, I love lesbians. Women. A was great. She smiled at me the minute I walked into the Cash. I knew she liked me. Then she followd me to E Lounge. Ha. I must be onto something. Why does having kids make me feel ashamed? Maybe it's the married part. I don't really care. There will only be one now. Only one. No matter how many I kiss. Only one. You can't judge a book by it's cover. A little fluff never hurt a cool girl. I am fucked up. Shit. When I read this in the morning will I take it down immediatly? I should, but I know I will wait til KR reads it. Girl, stop being ...de ja vou.... depressed. You will find a job in no time. We all know you are qualified for so much more that you apply. Don't worry....good thing typing doesn't slur. I am really worried about my car. I should have told the barkeep I was leaving it. Shit Miss Mary, I ain't the only one who don't got nk root. I'm a sissy. Movie line, but NOT!!!! There is a roach somewhere behind me. i hear it clicking, but my belly ois too big to move, Shit...... Signing off. I love you.

Zen and The Art of Masterbation

I used to be an avid masturbater. What happened? Sometimes I did it twice in a day. That's alot for a mom of three, by the way. Now? Two weeks ago was my last time until today's feeble attempt. I just spent an hour in my room, sans interruptions and could not get off. What the fuck? I finally did and it was a small meaningless earthquake. No aftershocks. What is happening to me? Have I lost my will to live...I mean cum? I am more active now than I was even a month ago, so what gives? Furthermore, my masturbation fantasies (word used lightly) have become a little violent. Like I have to be forced to climax. TMI, huh? I think my lack of drive has alot to do with the fact that I don't necessarily want sex right now. Not sure if I would turn it down if the right person came along, but what I really crave is touch. Simple touch. Hand holding, kissing, caressing, someone to sleep next to, intertwined legs, rhythmic sleep breathing. Pure and simple, but somehow hard to get. Why is it everyone is so interested in fucking? Yeah, it feels good, but it's over in a moment. Even if you spent the night, that's only a few hours. Did you know that simple human touch aids in digestion? Babies who aren't touched enough fail to thrive. They die. They could have a bottle and diaper change every two hours, but they still die. I won't die, but I sure feel like it sometimes. K, my not-so-baby, still sleeps with me sometimes. I love waking up next to him, til he starts playing with my hair. He's warm and snuggly and so beautiful. He smiles when he sees me. Where's his grown up equivalent, without the hair thing? I want something so simple, to be held. To wake up happy. That's not to say sex could not be involved, but not so fast. I'm not talking relationship either. Just love. Are you out there?

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I feel like when I have a good day my blog is shit. My writing lacks, my imagination is sleepy. By good day, I mean I almost lost it til I found a soda can and converted it into a pipe and took a 2:30 toke. That was two hours ago. I am still a little stoney and I have to go to work, which is always fun!! I talked to an old friend today and I feel very confident in my assessment of people. I choose amazing people to surround myself with. (Sometimes a bit challenging, too.) I can read most people well, even if I can't figure out the motivation behind their actions. Always one. I have laughed alot today. Yes, earlier happenings may have contributed to the giggles, but smiling and laughing are good no matter how they come about. Sometimes I wonder if I write for myself up here or for the 3 people who read this crap. I mean, am I being as honest and open as I should be, knowing my thoughts are up for judgements or questions? No. The answer is no. If I was, I would post all those "secret" blogs. No E, you can't read them. If we are going to know each other in 18 years, we will have to have something new to talk about. I am having a day where I feel like I can to anything. My life really isn't a trap, not even a road block. I can put the kids in the car and hit the road. I can move if I want to. I just have to plan a bit in advance. I have to write this down for a tomorrow when I am not feeling this way. Who knows, maybe if I always have a mid-day snack, everything would be perfect! I feel like singing. Oops, the MJ makes me think I can. Stopping this stupid blog now. Shit HE just walked in while I was blogging. Now HE's gonna search for it. Hide Hide Hide!!

RandomThoughts (of (un)kindness)

You are not my friend. I am definitely a friend to you, but you are incapable of truly letting yourself love. You will never appreciate me without judgement. This weekend you fucked up. Thursday, you broke plans to hang with some asshole. We had these plans for a month, worse than that, I actually let myself get excited about it. I was really looking forward to hanging out. Friday night, dinner. You got kicked out of your house. I understood that plans changed, but you are too self involved to call. That sucks. Saturday, once again plans made to hang out. You were going to go to the shower with me, but you backed out. We were supposed to hang at KR and L's. Instead I hung with you and A. Great! Fucking Great! That's exactly what I was envisioning for the weekend. Having to try to include myself in your fun. You suck. And your apologies are lame and half-hearted. Your excuses are numbing. We all have alot of shit going. You backing away is fine, but that's just another in the great excuse book. When I back away, you will probably not even feel it til you get hungry. You wouldn't even know. Worse than that, when you figured it out, you would just talk some "poor me" shit up to someone who cares about you, but you are just using for the time being. I would do anything for my friends, I have shown you that. But you don't deserve another ounce of my energy or love. I left today feeling more stressed out and beaten than ever before. You finally pushed me too far. I hope that falls into your plans of never letting anyone in to avoid hurt. Our conversation was a disappointment, like I knew it would be. Even if A wasn't there, you would have still had the same reaction. It's not for making jokes. I actually have feelings invested in this friendship. I really wish you could let your heart feel something. The pain of loss is not as great as the joy of love. It kills me to tell you these things. I hate when people call me out, it hurts like hell to have your weakness put into words. In the end, you have a chance to come out stronger and better for yourself. Hit me up when you are ready to put effort into this.

The Vagina Movielogs

Three Men and a Little Vagina, James and the Giant Vagina, My Own Private Vagina, Fried Green Vaginas, Stand By Vagina, Saving Private Vagina, If These Vaginas cCould Talk II, Vanilla Vagina, Top Vagina, Gone With The Vagina, A Streetcar Named Vagina, Full Vagina, Mama's Vagina, 28 Vaginas Later, Perfect Vagina, Lost at Vagina, O' Vagina Where Art Thou, Vagina and the Beast, Sound of Vagina, Little Red Vaginahood, Steele Vaginas, Princess Vagina, The Three Vaginas, Silence of The Vaginas, My Left Vagina, Vagina is Beautiful, Searching for Bobby Vagina, Million Dollar Vagina, Sisterhood of the Traveling Vagina, Boy's in the Vagina, Lady and the Vagina, Dirty Vagina, Vagina's in the Mist, Twin Vagina's, Blood Vagina, About a Vagina, The Cutting Vagina, Pretty Vagina, Analyze Vagina, Vaginadraft, The Last of thge Vagina's, Edward Vaginahands, 50 First Vaginas, The Secret of Vagina, Vagina Beauty, Robin Hood Prince of Vaginas, Bend It Like Vagina, You've Got Vagina, Old Vagina, Vagina Actually, Sleepless in Vagina, Sleeping With the Vagina, The Dark Vagina, Bridgett Jones Vagina, Up in Vagina, friday After Vagina, Where the Red Vaguna Grows, To Kill a Mockingvagina, The Devil Wears Vagina, children of the Vagina, The General's Vagina, Miracle on Vagina Street, St Elmo's Vagina, The Story of Vagina, Me Myself and Vagina, Being Vagina Malkovich, What's Eating Gilbert Vagina, Dazed and Vagina, Vagina Tines at Ridgemont High, Vagina's Just Want tio Have Fun, Vagina's Dont Cry, When Harry Met Vagina, Mad Vagina, Passion of the Vagina, What the Vagina Do we Know, Pink Vagina's, Save the Last Vagina, Band of Vagina's, Vagina Off, Saving Vagina, City of Lost Vagina, Back to the Vagina, War of the Vaginas, Vagina Balls, Bill and Ted's Vagina Adventure, Vagina of Fire, Vagina's Gone Wild, The Little Vagina, Pete's Vagina, Vagina Pan, vagina Immpossible, from the Halls of Vagina, Good Vagina Hunting, Big Vagina, Willy Wonka and The Vagina Factory, Farenheit Vagina, Secrets of the Ya Ya Vaginahood, Poisen Vagina, The Truth About Cats and Vaginas, Vagina Bites, A Clockwork Vagina, A Vagina To Remember, Benny and Vagina, Sweet Vagina, I Know What You Did Last Vagina, Thanks foir Vagina, Dances With Vagina, Fun With Dick and Vagina, Bone Vagina, Meet the Vaginas, Encino Vagina, Enter the Vagina, Karate Vagina, Crouching Tiger Hidden Vagina, 200 Vaginas, Home Vagina, Vagina's Take Manhattan, Fear and Loathing in Vagina, The Lawnmower Vagina, Vagina Man, Last Vigina, Not Another Scary Vagina, Charlie's Vaginas, 10 Things I Hate About About Vagina, How To Lose a Vagina in 10 Days, Vagina Diaries, Like Water for Vagina, Dude Where's my Vagina?, Gone in 60 Vaginas, The Fast and The Vagina, Breakfast At Vaginas, What Vagina's May Come, Forest vagina, 8 Vagina, The Longest Vagina, Feild of Vaginas, Mrs. Vaginafire, Vagina Starter, A Vagina Runs Through It, The Color Vagina, Paint your Vagina, Vagina on the Roof, The Vaginacracker, Blue Vagina, Are We Vagina Yet?, Major Vagina, Schindler's Vagina, Road Vagina, National Lampoon's Vagina, An Officer and a Vagina, Saturday Night Vagina, Full Metal Vagina, Varsity Vagina, Mystic Vagina, Final Vagina, Vagina Effect, Vagina Park, Midnight in The Vagina of Good and Evil, Pet vagina, Honey I Shrunk The Vagina, Life is Vagina, Walk the Vagina, Vagina's World, Vaginas 11, Vagina Hard, Notes on a Vagina, Murder by Vagina, Murder on the Vagina Express, 2001 Vagina Oddessy, Vagina Spray, 40 Year Old Vagina (Ha Ha! 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One Stoney Night......

I could come out of this PE#1

I could blame the alcohol. Or the MJ. S really likes this girl or wants her. I probably should have not let her advance. But the attention feels good. Especially when the object of my attention is busy. Haha!! You my nummer one fren. I luv you long time!!! But if I keep on this path, I could make enemies everywhere I go. I am definitely more interested in making friends with S than fucking B. Although, her stomach was so tight...and soft. Ahhh.... back on track. I know this community is very small and I don't want to rock the boat. I have never had so much drama in my life. Since March, it has been rumors and hurt feelings and cry cry cry. She said she said bullshit. All the time. I wonder if anyone has really studied the reasons behind lesbianism. I get it that some girls are just born to love fa-ji-ta, but others turn to it. (Throat clearing) Is there an emotional imbalance? A need to be in chaos? If so, I fit in perfectly. Great. I have found a home. I'm no longer an orphan! Thank you Mommy Warbucks!!

Last night was the fourth of July. I am pretty sure we went up to the mountain to see fireworks, but I don't remember many. I got a head massage and a back massage. I licked and got licked. I earned a nickname and lived up to another. I handled E's butthurtedness. Got stoned and missed out on getting restoned. Smalking, Smitting, and Smimming. Turned down a boy, turned down a boy, turned down a boy. You left me with a strange boy, jackass. Well I'm over it. Ha!

I love my friends. I love you all!! I don't do well with being an enemy, so S, I am sorry. I really didn't mean any harm, but I was perfectly aware of your intention and I ignored them for my own benefit. I suck. I have guilt. Will you still dance with me?

I think the heat is making me delirious. <3<3<3<3

So much

The divorce thing is on hold. Why? I am too lazy. I know it's the right decision. I just can't get my ass in gear. The A/C broke yesterday, oh yeah, this whole week we are under heat advisories. It only about 98 in the house. No problem. I called HIM to tell HIM it was broken and he said, *oh*. Typical. Really. I'll take care of it. With all three kids in tow, I will learn how to fix an AC unit. It was so goddamn hot in the house last night that I slept on the trampoline. My back is killing me. I need to buy a cot or something. HE got a credit card. Such a bad idea. HE doesn't even pay HIS student loans and now HE wants to add more debt on. Idiot. I mean really. HE's 31, HE should get money management by now. I would think. You don't have it, you shouldn't spend it. Will it come to bite me in the ass later? I plan to keep only my debt. I have two credit cards, very low balances, but I don't want anymore. HE can have HIS credit card and student loan debt. Anyway. I don't like thinking about HIM, it puts me in a bad mood. I want to be done already. Move on. I can't wait, but apparently I can.

Item number two. The sex life seems to be heating up. But do I want it to? Met a girls Saturday night. Made out with her all night on and off. Met another girl Saturday night. She was quiet and nice and I thought she liked me, but she keeps texting E. Huh, oh well. The first girl is horny and up front about it. I could have sex with her immediately. (See previous post)

Too hot to continue. I am falling asleep. Could be the heat, could be the vodka. Going to nap now.

Why can't I just FUCK?

I could have her. Or rather let her have her way with me. Tonight, tomorrow, whenever, really. But when I get close, and I have been very close, I can't do it. Is it morals? Fear? Maybe I just don't really like her that way. I like her attention, I admit it. I like that she thinks I'm hot. I even like that E doesn't like her, but she is so withholding. I can't get her to reveal anything. Is that the trick to casual sex? The less you know about the other person, the less of an attachment after sex. But I have a hard time getting off without attraction. What's wrong with me? I could have made a move on L last Thursday, but I didn't. My excuse was E was right there. But apparently, that was not the excuse Saturday night. I was shitty that night. I was selfish. Who gets that way in front of their friends? Never before and hopefully not after. That was so rude and kinda funny that it was me. I kept laughing because her line was classic. "We have nothing in common, but I think you're hot and I want to make out with you." And I did. Anyway, I thwarted her strong advances in the car, in the bathroom, at her house. I feel like I should just do it, for two reasons. Experience and (maybe a little) to get her gone. She's a nice girl, but she's right, we really are opposites. Then there's E. She keeps telling me NO. I have my own mind, but she has more experience than me. It's kinda like a first job. You take what you can get, to gain experience, then each job, you are better paid and happier. (Ha ha, I already hear the hooker jokes!) So fuck it.....right? My mind is jumbled. No real answer. No good advice. Maybe I will go to her party tonight for a while. Maybe I'll get fucked.