i'm kinda hungry. i'm kinda always hungry.


i really think you should ignore 98.72% of what i write here. i'm always tempted to go back and delete stuff, but isn't this blog all about me being me?


true story-
time: late one night last week.
place: the bedroom
right in the middle of having sex, Jay stopped to examine my boobs. after a few seconds of staring, grabbing, and poking he looks at me, boner and all, and says "they're not right. i need you to go pee on the stick RIGHT now."
the worst part: it's not the first time. there is nothing quite like hoping for something and getting the exact opposite. but *hopefully*, that was the last time. i'll let you decide what that means. *wink*


i'm so terrified of the weather here. last week was typical cold, fall/winter-ish weather. it's been 70-75 degrees the past 3 days. more of the same tomorrow. then back to 40-45 degree weather. i'm scurred. and it takes away the christmas-y feeling. goddamn global warming.


friday, there's a christmas party at Jay's work. he's making me go with him. as much as i enjoy making bitches envy me, i hate having to make appearances at stupid corporate event stuff. it's not fun. i can't be my loud and obnoxious self. he pinches me. and i bruise easily. though, i gotta admit, i'm kinda looking forward to wearing my little red dress. my ass looks great in it.

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