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It's New Year's Eve-il.... Heheheh, Akoo is throwing a shin dig, we'll be there with pizza and caffeine. Waaahoooooo!

Wild monkey love sex after that.
 
I am honestly hoping to know by then if I will have company in bed tonight. The answer to that question will dictate what I am doing. I am praying for crazed monkey sex lesbos variety.
 
I was suppose to be visiting a friend

but I'm a little blue since the s/o went home. Besides, I'm used to spending New Year's eve quietly. I don't drink, and I haven't been at a celebration since I stopped waitressing. I used to be working, making sure everyone else was having a good time.

I think I'm going to bring in the New Year with some of the habits and rituals I used to count on to keep me balanced and at peace. I'm going to meditate and pray. Have a cup of chamomile tea and do some writing in silence.

Anyone else ever stop doing things that were good for them? Why do we do that?

Peace,

daughter
 
:mad: I'm murdering the motherfucking StudMuffin in as heinous a manner as I can possibly come up with in twenty minutes. Who wants to help hide the fucking body, if there are any bloody bits left after I get through with him.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

WHY DOES HE DO THIS TO ME????????

He knows I'm writing. I TOLD him I was writing. Please, hun, I'm writing. Leave me alone. Don't open the door. Don't speak to me. I don't want to hear you say you love me. I don't need to know of your existence just because I'm married to you. I'M WRITING!

It never fails. NEVER FUCKING FAILS. Every time I get sucked into the story and I'm writing beautifully so fast that I can barely feel my fingers hit the keys he opens the door. Why? For something STUPID. Two hours ago it was "I just wanted to say I love you." An hour ago it was to ask me if I knew where he left his cigarettes when he KNOWS I don't keep track of the little fuckers. And just now he threw the door open, stood there for an entire three minutes, then said, "What's that smell?"

Well it's pretty fucking obvious that it's perfume. Nothing smells like perfume. But no, he wants to know exactly which perfume it is. I WEAR PERFUME EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY! After I finally tell him and about five minutes of a vile go-to-hell-and-die-painfully look, he says, "Oh. Okay." Then he shuts the door and leaves.

HE DOES THIS ON PURPOSE!!!!!!!!!!!

I wouldn't be surprised he was that fuckhead Mr. You Suck!

He's a dead man. Ooooooooooh he's so fucking dead.

And before any of you misguidedly come to his defense this is the way it works. When I am writing the only thing more important to me is an emergency involving loss of life or limb. Otherwise, don't bother me.

Oooooooooohhhhhhhh.

I'm I'm PISSED!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGHGHGHGHGHGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*jumps up and down and throws things*
 
HK, you better hope you're not in the line of fire tonight. We'd all miss you and your great stories here. PLEASE be safe ok? :rolleyes:
 
daughter replied:

Anyone else ever stop doing things that were good for them? Why do we do that?

daughter,

I think time has a way of interfering with those things that we always enjoyed doing. I have had the same things happen, yes, and tonight I will be doing something about it. I plan on working on a writing project I started not too long ago.

I can remember my mother telling us as children that whatever we're doing at the start of the new year is what will bring us happiness as we make our way through that year. It was some kind of a story that her mother had told her when she was young.

That's how I plan on bringing in the New Year. Happy New Year to you, daughter and everyone here. Please remember the great memories that were made with your honey visiting you. Dream about that as you sleep tonight.

Enchanted
 
Have my phone card ready and will be counting down two midnights with my sweetheart tonight!

Happy New Year indeed!:D
 
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