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sister jenny said:
trying to see the moon
feel the breeze on my face
the grass under my feet
fresh air in my lungs
the smell of ocean
the smell of salt and kelp
to take something for granted
and then miss it so much it hurts
trying to see the moon
or even some stars
being alive
for once
felling lips against skin
rain on your face
the beating of a heart
the smell of an old book
black tea in the morning
trying to see the moon
behind the tree tops
over the barbed wire fence
the smile on your face again
the glitter in your eyes
your breathe in my ear
i miss you so much it hurts
and I know it is my fault
the moon is all i have left
and I haven’t seen it for days
trying to see the moon…

-jenny, september 20th, minnesota
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Glad to see you around!
 
Spent some time in New York.
John needed to go for work and me and Julia tagged along. We stayed at the Roxy in Tribeca, which is where me and John met the first time and fell in love. I was young and drunk, he was older and handsome as hell. We spent two days in his room fucking before we realized we were in love.
Now we stay there everytime we are in New York. Still fucking a lot.
I have had a really good period and it felt great to get away and visit a city I love. John likes swanky whisky bars and record stores, I love East Village dive bars and museums. We had a great time.
I had stiff as fuck drinks at 7b on Avenue B, one of my favorite bars, and tequila shots at Otto’s Shrunken Head, which is a pretty ok place.
Me and Julia went to MOMA when John worked and then Whitney,of course, so I could look at my favorite artist Edward Hopper. And then I made John come with me to look at where Hopper lived and painted. The fourth floor of 3 Washington Square North from 1913-1967.
Yeah, I cried.
I gave John head in a yellow cab while we went over the Brooklyn Bridge to visit a friend of John’s. Can cross that off the bucket list now, haha.
Bought a ton of lingerie at Sugar Cookies, John was very excited.
And I got really stoned watching the ocean at Coney Island. Not sure why I love it so much there, but being European, Coney Island is so romantic and exciting and exotic. I know it’s a dump and all that and not at all what it used to be, but I saw it in so many movies before I had ever left Europe that it will always be in my heart. And sitting on the beach, with bare feet, smoking weed and chatting is really special.
Went with John to some beer breweries in Brooklyn and looked at some amazing street art. Took so many photos.
Gave John head in a hotel elevator and luckily no one got on. At the rooftop bar we listened to some great music, had cocktails and I did some cocaine while the sun went down.
 
sister jenny said:
Spent some time in New York.
John needed to go for work and me and Julia tagged along. We stayed at the Roxy in Tribeca, which is where me and John met the first time and fell in love. I was young and drunk, he was older and handsome as hell. We spent two days in his room fucking before we realized we were in love.
Now we stay there everytime we are in New York. Still fucking a lot.
I have had a really good period and it felt great to get away and visit a city I love. John likes swanky whisky bars and record stores, I love East Village dive bars and museums. We had a great time.
I had stiff as fuck drinks at 7b on Avenue B, one of my favorite bars, and tequila shots at Otto’s Shrunken Head, which is a pretty ok place.
Me and Julia went to MOMA when John worked and then Whitney,of course, so I could look at my favorite artist Edward Hopper. And then I made John come with me to look at where Hopper lived and painted. The fourth floor of 3 Washington Square North from 1913-1967.
Yeah, I cried.
I gave John head in a yellow cab while we went over the Brooklyn Bridge to visit a friend of John’s. Can cross that off the bucket list now, haha.
Bought a ton of lingerie at Sugar Cookies, John was very excited.
And I got really stoned watching the ocean at Coney Island. Not sure why I love it so much there, but being European, Coney Island is so romantic and exciting and exotic. I know it’s a dump and all that and not at all what it used to be, but I saw it in so many movies before I had ever left Europe that it will always be in my heart. And sitting on the beach, with bare feet, smoking weed and chatting is really special.
Went with John to some beer breweries in Brooklyn and looked at some amazing street art. Took so many photos.
Gave John head in a hotel elevator and luckily no one got on. At the rooftop bar we listened to some great music, had cocktails and I did some cocaine while the sun went down.
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I'm glad you had a great time 😘
 
sister jenny said:
Spent some time in New York.
John needed to go for work and me and Julia tagged along. We stayed at the Roxy in Tribeca, which is where me and John met the first time and fell in love. I was young and drunk, he was older and handsome as hell. We spent two days in his room fucking before we realized we were in love.
Now we stay there everytime we are in New York. Still fucking a lot.
I have had a really good period and it felt great to get away and visit a city I love. John likes swanky whisky bars and record stores, I love East Village dive bars and museums. We had a great time.
I had stiff as fuck drinks at 7b on Avenue B, one of my favorite bars, and tequila shots at Otto’s Shrunken Head, which is a pretty ok place.
Me and Julia went to MOMA when John worked and then Whitney,of course, so I could look at my favorite artist Edward Hopper. And then I made John come with me to look at where Hopper lived and painted. The fourth floor of 3 Washington Square North from 1913-1967.
Yeah, I cried.
I gave John head in a yellow cab while we went over the Brooklyn Bridge to visit a friend of John’s. Can cross that off the bucket list now, haha.
Bought a ton of lingerie at Sugar Cookies, John was very excited.
And I got really stoned watching the ocean at Coney Island. Not sure why I love it so much there, but being European, Coney Island is so romantic and exciting and exotic. I know it’s a dump and all that and not at all what it used to be, but I saw it in so many movies before I had ever left Europe that it will always be in my heart. And sitting on the beach, with bare feet, smoking weed and chatting is really special.
Went with John to some beer breweries in Brooklyn and looked at some amazing street art. Took so many photos.
Gave John head in a hotel elevator and luckily no one got on. At the rooftop bar we listened to some great music, had cocktails and I did some cocaine while the sun went down.
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Lovely time!! Glad you made the most of it!! 😍
Amazing you managed some of the places given you jade to take care of Julia..
 
Pretty obsessed with this painting right now.
She is just about keeping her head above the surface, it is called Fatigue and that is exactly how I feel sometimes. About to drown but hanging on.
She is so beautiful and the colors are amazing. I love that her eyes are closed and she is surrounded by beautiful flowers.

Fatigue II
Mihail Zablodski, Ukraine

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Gd1aPkYWgAA-MRy?format=jpg&name=900x900
 
Since I don't seem to sleep anyway I figured I share this, it is from another thread, but it was kinda fun to do.

What is your morning routine?
I wake up super early.
I pee, check on my daughter, put on tea, go and look out the window, have a cup of tea or two, take meds, read a book, masturbate, shower.

What type of toothpaste do you use?
Whitening. Whatever brand, I dont really care, but because of all the tea I drink I need whitening.

Coke or Pepsi?
Coke and I dont like Diet or Max, just normal Coke
TP over the top or party in the back?
Over the top!!

Do you collect anything?
Books and art. But mostly books. Waaaay too many books.

Whats in your bedside table or bottom drawer etc?
At least two books, flashlight, Kleenex, sleeping mask, lotion, lube, dildo, weed, phone charger

What are some foods you dislike?
Any boiled meats, not into mashed potatoes, boiled vegetables.

What are your weaknesses?
I can't sing at all :( pretty shitty dancer too.
Salt candy from home (Sweden), the salter and more extreme the better.

What do you put on your pizza and does it include pineapple?
Yes!! Canadian bacon and pineapple, lots of onion, maybe mushrooms

Brothers or sisters?
Younger sister

What is your middle name?
Kristina

How often do you cook?
Everyday

More of the how often do you...:

Bathe -
Few times a week

Read -
All the time, morning, lunch, bathroom, in bed, on buses, trains, etc

Masturbate -
Everyday

Work out -
Hrm... eh.... next question

Eat dessert -
Almost never

Talk to your parents -
At least once a week

Check lit -
Hmmm, hard to say, sometimes everyday, sometimes once a month

Go on a date -
Married :)

Watch tv -
Cartoons with my kid everyday

Play videogames -
Never

Travel to see family -
Once a year

Meet other Litsters -
Never

Sing or play piano or guitar -
I wish, I would love to be able to sing
 
sister jenny said:
Thank you. I got some private messages that I was bragging. They were not very nice.
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I'm insanely jealous John got head in an elevator. Would love to get my wife's posh dress slightly contaminated but that's just me.

Sounds like you had a good trip and by all means, post away. We love reading your posts.
 
sister jenny said:
To those who have written to me, it was not meant as a bragging post. I just thought it was fun to write about what I did and liked. Nothing more.
Sorry.
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I didn't read it that way at all. This thread is like a peek into your journal. I like seeing what you're up to.
 
When I swim, everything is quiet. No anxiety, no spinning thoughts, no panic attacks. Just the water, my body and my mind. The longer I manage to hold my breath under water, the clearer everything gets.
It’s the real life outside the pool walls that is the problem. Weed helps, of course, and so do the meds, but my mind is a runaway train, and we all know how hard those are to stop. And before you ask, when I go somewhere to swim, to stop the spiraling, I wear a swim suit. I love bikinis, but that’s for the beach or just having fun, or going with Julia. Swimsuit is when I need to work.
If we didn’t live in a state with 10 months of winter, two weeks of spring, 1 month of summer and another two weeks of fall I would make John buy a pool. Our yard is big enough, but I am not into the whole winter cold bath insanity. And if Florida wasn’t the book burning capitol of world I would consider moving there.
Anyway, on my second cup of tea. A nice Earl Grey with extra bergamot and a good book. Meds taken, one window open and total tranquility in my own little paradise.
Time to hone those cocksucking skills.
 
Insomnia.
Again.
I push off the covers and get up. Naked. I leave John in the warmth and go downstairs. I pee, drink a glass of water and stop by the windows. It’s cloudy and warm outside, a sliver of the moon peaking out to greet me. It’s silver light reflects on my naked skin, my nipples hard in the night air.
I walk into my daughter.
Deep in sleep, curled up hugging her stuffed animals. So beautiful, so perfect. Her nightlight glowing orange, casting shadows on the wall.
In the living room I roll a joint and light it. Letting the smoke warm me and the high race through my blood. There is a dildo on the table and I stroke it over my bare cunt. I lay down on my back, my knees high, my legs wide open. A take a deep hit of the joint, holding the smoke in my lungs, teasing my clit with the dildo.
I blow out the smoke and ease the cock into me. The feeling is perfect and I close my eyes and lazily fuck myself, while pinching my hard nipples.

It’s 4.00 o’clock and my orgasm lets me float away on waves of pleasure. I kill the joint in the ashtray, take another sip of water and stand up.
I empty the ashtray in the waste basket, rinse of the dildo in the kitchen sink and let it dry on the towel on the counter.
Take a last look at my daughter and go back to bed. John is lighlty snoring and my side is cold. I pull my cover over myself and snuggle up behind him, one arm under my head and one over his chest.
 
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