Esperanza_Hidalgo
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I am gonna write stuff here when I am bored. I just like to be silly sometimes. Here is my first--hmmm--blog? I try to blog at OS each day.
I put stuff here, here, and here too. I stay super busy.
I'm most active at the OS, here.
Relationships require tolerance.
Example one:
I feed a bunch of stray kitty cats when she is not looking. She knows.
“Raney, cut the shit!” she told me.
She always jumps on my case about it. Thing is, I know she feeds them too when I am not looking. Pretty sweet huh? She feeds them because she knows I like stray kitty cats.
http://www.xmission.com/~emailbox/images/self-confidence.jpg
Example two:
This one will freak you out. Yesterday, I was wasting my life away writing another dirty story. She asked me to run to the store. I told her, “Heck no! Can’t you see I’m busy doing my thing?”
She’s has thirty pounds and five inches on me (it is more than thirty, but, she may read this). A tickling fight ensued. I can’t stand to be tickled.
“Ya’ goin?” she asked.
“Stop!” I said, “I’m gonna pee.”
"Go ahead,” she said.
I did.
“Jeez, Raney. I’m sorry, I thought you were playing.”
“Nope.”
“Shower?” she asked.
“Yep.”
We made up in the shower *wiggle, wiggle*.
She would never do anything to purposely hurt me. It is a pretty coolio feeling.
http://www.xmission.com/~emailbox/images/034.jpg
Example three:
She had a bad case of the boogers. On the same day as above, we were eating at the kitchen table. She let a big sneeze go before she could stop. I got a shower of snot.
“J*****F******C*****,” I said, sans the edit (I asked for forgiveness—since I am a Baptist, I can be forgiven *wink, wink*). She came over and started wiping her boogers off of me. I smiled and thanked her. I think it is sweet to wipe your boogers off someone else after you sneeze on them.
*******
Later, as I went to the store (like she wanted me too), she said, “Get some cat food, honey.”
“K,” I said, “and I’ll get some tissue too.”
Pretty tolerant, huh?
No need to wink or wiggle.
http://www.xmission.com/~emailbox/images/042.jpg
Okay, I'll update as I do a new blog.
Coolio.
BTW, my real life nic is Raney. I use Espie here cause it sounds coolio. So call me either, just don't call me neither. *wiggle, wiggle* Tee-Hee-Hee
Oh, I forgot. I posted three stories and two poems this week. I am a pretty good writer, but not great. Don't wanna bullshit you. But, the She Moves Me series is pretty good. It is a lezzie Novella in three chapters, read it if u get bored like I do. I think this poem is funny. It is called, I Write About Fucking
I put stuff here, here, and here too. I stay super busy.
I'm most active at the OS, here.
Relationships require tolerance.
Example one:
I feed a bunch of stray kitty cats when she is not looking. She knows.
“Raney, cut the shit!” she told me.
She always jumps on my case about it. Thing is, I know she feeds them too when I am not looking. Pretty sweet huh? She feeds them because she knows I like stray kitty cats.
http://www.xmission.com/~emailbox/images/self-confidence.jpg
Example two:
This one will freak you out. Yesterday, I was wasting my life away writing another dirty story. She asked me to run to the store. I told her, “Heck no! Can’t you see I’m busy doing my thing?”
She’s has thirty pounds and five inches on me (it is more than thirty, but, she may read this). A tickling fight ensued. I can’t stand to be tickled.
“Ya’ goin?” she asked.
“Stop!” I said, “I’m gonna pee.”
"Go ahead,” she said.
I did.
“Jeez, Raney. I’m sorry, I thought you were playing.”
“Nope.”
“Shower?” she asked.
“Yep.”
We made up in the shower *wiggle, wiggle*.
She would never do anything to purposely hurt me. It is a pretty coolio feeling.
http://www.xmission.com/~emailbox/images/034.jpg
Example three:
She had a bad case of the boogers. On the same day as above, we were eating at the kitchen table. She let a big sneeze go before she could stop. I got a shower of snot.
“J*****F******C*****,” I said, sans the edit (I asked for forgiveness—since I am a Baptist, I can be forgiven *wink, wink*). She came over and started wiping her boogers off of me. I smiled and thanked her. I think it is sweet to wipe your boogers off someone else after you sneeze on them.
*******
Later, as I went to the store (like she wanted me too), she said, “Get some cat food, honey.”
“K,” I said, “and I’ll get some tissue too.”
Pretty tolerant, huh?
No need to wink or wiggle.
http://www.xmission.com/~emailbox/images/042.jpg
Okay, I'll update as I do a new blog.
Coolio.
BTW, my real life nic is Raney. I use Espie here cause it sounds coolio. So call me either, just don't call me neither. *wiggle, wiggle* Tee-Hee-Hee
Oh, I forgot. I posted three stories and two poems this week. I am a pretty good writer, but not great. Don't wanna bullshit you. But, the She Moves Me series is pretty good. It is a lezzie Novella in three chapters, read it if u get bored like I do. I think this poem is funny. It is called, I Write About Fucking
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