Welcome to the day after Thanksgiving.
I have alot to talk about, but am quite limited on time this morning. Check back later tonight or tomorrow, perhaps even Monday for most of you, accessing from work, and after the holidays and life settles down a bit before Christmas.
Looking forward to sharing some view points with you- Take care, be safe, spend wisely, and have a great day. ~me
November 27, 2002
Hello its Wednesday ~
Backing up to Tuesday night, I just had to share the special even that occured....
Its midnight, my roomate Liz has to be up at 5am, Im up to use the restroom and get another drink of water, then back to bed. Im heading down the same hallway as described in the previous post this time with a different destination.
Suddenly Im drawn to notice the sounds of a womans orgasm. Number 1 - yuck. Number 2, this coming from a woman who declares that she is unable to orgasm even with a partner or alone. Number 3, let me tell you the story of Liz and Chris one summer night 17 years old in her Camaro. Well, one hting led to another, who knew what the hell my confused mind was thinking, but I slipped a finger up in her. A few minutes later, she's a panting, and sweat is coming off her forhead, and poof out pops the sudden flush of wetness and she cums. woo hoo. So years go by and she now uses this as an excuse and a crutch, when a man asks the reason why he is not fulfilling her needs by producing an orgasm, she replies, "its Chris's fault"... "he messed up my head".... my opinion, she still thinks someday im going to fuck her, - forget it stupid it aint happenin. So, back to the trip down the hallway, and the sounds of a woman cumming...... I thought for a moment someone might be in that room with her..... then I woke up. fat chance - no pun intended. There was no one in there with her, but I hear her talking as well. Then suddenly it happened, the infamous beep beep, which is the sound that the phone makes when she presses the key to make a selection on the "sexually incompetent chat line". My god! can you believe it. So fighting back the urge to pund on the door and laugh, I thought up something much more clever. I creeped up to the door and waited for her to moan again, as soon as I heard it, I grabbed the door handle and shook it roughly.... and of course - I ran like the wind back to my bed, and hurried under the covers. Out comes the trollop, down the hall to my room, shaken and scared. Out of breath as well. HA!, so im pretending to be asleep right, she knocks on my door frame and says im so scared "HE is back", What I said, whats going on?.... she says it again, "HE is back, and he tried to get me tonight".... she thinks there is a spirit trying get her. When we first moved in she had these dreams, they carried on and on for days. "violent", she used to say. So one day I called up my Indian friend, she brought a few of her tribe over and cleansed the house and the boundaries of it, after one night I awoke to the same dream she was having. Anyway, there is no spirit trying to get her. I told her "go to bed, its late, your crazy, what were you doing when it happened?" her reply was "nothing", I said "were you sleeping?" she said "uh huh".... please, now we all know shes full of crap. So I sunk into my sheets and told her it was the dogs, nothing is wrong, the dogs arent even barking. She agreed and went back to her room..... So, the morale of this story is... lol.... please stop bugging the shit out of me day in and day out, cuz payback is a bitch. Not a spirit.
Happy Turkey eve everyone.....
Peace and Love, me
Backing up to Tuesday night, I just had to share the special even that occured....
Its midnight, my roomate Liz has to be up at 5am, Im up to use the restroom and get another drink of water, then back to bed. Im heading down the same hallway as described in the previous post this time with a different destination.
Suddenly Im drawn to notice the sounds of a womans orgasm. Number 1 - yuck. Number 2, this coming from a woman who declares that she is unable to orgasm even with a partner or alone. Number 3, let me tell you the story of Liz and Chris one summer night 17 years old in her Camaro. Well, one hting led to another, who knew what the hell my confused mind was thinking, but I slipped a finger up in her. A few minutes later, she's a panting, and sweat is coming off her forhead, and poof out pops the sudden flush of wetness and she cums. woo hoo. So years go by and she now uses this as an excuse and a crutch, when a man asks the reason why he is not fulfilling her needs by producing an orgasm, she replies, "its Chris's fault"... "he messed up my head".... my opinion, she still thinks someday im going to fuck her, - forget it stupid it aint happenin. So, back to the trip down the hallway, and the sounds of a woman cumming...... I thought for a moment someone might be in that room with her..... then I woke up. fat chance - no pun intended. There was no one in there with her, but I hear her talking as well. Then suddenly it happened, the infamous beep beep, which is the sound that the phone makes when she presses the key to make a selection on the "sexually incompetent chat line". My god! can you believe it. So fighting back the urge to pund on the door and laugh, I thought up something much more clever. I creeped up to the door and waited for her to moan again, as soon as I heard it, I grabbed the door handle and shook it roughly.... and of course - I ran like the wind back to my bed, and hurried under the covers. Out comes the trollop, down the hall to my room, shaken and scared. Out of breath as well. HA!, so im pretending to be asleep right, she knocks on my door frame and says im so scared "HE is back", What I said, whats going on?.... she says it again, "HE is back, and he tried to get me tonight".... she thinks there is a spirit trying get her. When we first moved in she had these dreams, they carried on and on for days. "violent", she used to say. So one day I called up my Indian friend, she brought a few of her tribe over and cleansed the house and the boundaries of it, after one night I awoke to the same dream she was having. Anyway, there is no spirit trying to get her. I told her "go to bed, its late, your crazy, what were you doing when it happened?" her reply was "nothing", I said "were you sleeping?" she said "uh huh".... please, now we all know shes full of crap. So I sunk into my sheets and told her it was the dogs, nothing is wrong, the dogs arent even barking. She agreed and went back to her room..... So, the morale of this story is... lol.... please stop bugging the shit out of me day in and day out, cuz payback is a bitch. Not a spirit.
Happy Turkey eve everyone.....
Peace and Love, me
November 25, 2002
Good Evening, greeting from Monday night in Tucson...
The holidays are almost here, its going to be time for family to gather, and friends to come together.
I received great news today - My schedule change was approved, and what awesome timing, peak is starting I start my 730-4 shift Monday DEC 2. I'm so happy.
Be out of there before 5 that means 90% of all calls will be professional large account customers that are kind, patient people who wont become instant assholes if something goes wrong with their shipment. I'm so excited. I don't mind being there when the sun is up and going home and finally having a life again.
I see and feel the change happening right now. I like it. On a more personal note I had the chance to finally say and feel that I don't necessarily have to end up with Rich. Its a choice too. And meeting the "unknown to most of you," guy in my life, who is now gone as soon as his little lesson for me flew in and yes is now out again, well long story short... I had a crush, lord knows the feeling was intense, I loved it. And it was finally OK. que sera sera ~ as they say. Its not set in stone completely I'm sure there will be a few years to come before I'm entirely over Rich but I feel like I'm getting somewhere. Thinking about the levels at which he communicates with me even from a distance is clear, its distant. I don't know anymore, the hope is fading. And it breaks my heart, but as long as he is happy and he must be his life has gone on, and he has no interests in sharing anything with me. Its like a bad marriage, hey how are ya, "fine," how was your day, "fine," what's been going on "nothing," yeah month after month after month. No more one word answers since I decided I will ask no more questions. And I will no longer be sharing in my adventures, and keeping him up to date on me. why did I do this in the first place, he never asked to hear it.
Why do I still ask why? More relationship learning, such fun lessons. humph...
So, I will be missing my sister this Thanksgiving holiday, and the usual Marybeth and Paul will not be coming over as they will all be in South Carolina visiting her daughter. Ron's friends that live here in town will not be there as well. Just 4 of us for Thanksgiving dinner. What a change from the norm as Mom usually throws the big parties and is always having a house-full to feed and she loves it. I guess I'm just not sure how to respond to a more intimate setting on this Thanksgiving with just myself, Mom, grandma, and Ron.
But I am loved. So this I keep in the forefront of my mind when I start to think about the pretentious lifestyle my sister and I lived with for so long. You know, having so many holidays where there are so many people there the tight bond of family is so dispersed throughout the group it makes it hard to get up close and personal. So, essentially what I'm saying again is, its gonna be real different this year...... But more change is very welcome ... if intimacy and closeness is at hand with family then I will always welcome that.
Were getting smaller, the family that is.... (for those who might be confused, i'm
referring to my adopted family)
By I'm full of lots of shit tonight aint I.
Just my thoughts and communication,
Back to basics, write write write, this is why I started this, and I'm writing in my room again, I am really liking that,
Kudos to work, there's one positive on list of many, hooray for the holidays even thought his year will be different, 1 (yes only one) cheer for my Richard syndrome ... and thanks to all of you--- love and good night all - me
P.s. while walking to the other room to get the disk to do the transfer from the other computer I could hear Liz, typing away on her "for the sexually incompetent" chat line on the phone, of which by the way has been going on every night for at least 10 years that I'm aware of. Does she really think a quality man or relationship will ever come from that ... beep beep, I can hear it all the way in here, the other end of the house.... oh shut up Chris, shut up.... :)
Here we are ! Monday,~ Last night I set the computer to download 4 complete albums. Queen greatest hits 1 & 2, The Beegee's greatest hits, Jim Croce greates hits, and Bob Marley - Legend, The best of Bob Marley.
What fun. Im over the laundry tragedy. Life goes on. And this week Im missing my friends and my sister on this upcoming Thanksgiving holiday.....Work is going to get so crazy! All you people shipping gifts to your family and loved ones. Im just going to post this, as its taking forever for the "flow" to come, writers block or something.....
have a great one ~ me
What fun. Im over the laundry tragedy. Life goes on. And this week Im missing my friends and my sister on this upcoming Thanksgiving holiday.....Work is going to get so crazy! All you people shipping gifts to your family and loved ones. Im just going to post this, as its taking forever for the "flow" to come, writers block or something.....
have a great one ~ me
November 24, 2002
Who is the biggest loser in the WORLD! ??? I am !
I forgot I put an black ball point pen in my pants, as we have this new rule at work, no pens and no paper, since some stupid cunt stole credit card numbers from our clients and was sent to jail after using them. All of my whites, including dress shirts and pants, kahki pants, etc are covered in black ink. Im so FUCKED. What a huge mess. I have washed them twice now, and soaked them in a gallon of bleach and tide, nothing has worked, then pen held up thru the wash but not the dryer....... how depressing.
bye for now- me
I forgot I put an black ball point pen in my pants, as we have this new rule at work, no pens and no paper, since some stupid cunt stole credit card numbers from our clients and was sent to jail after using them. All of my whites, including dress shirts and pants, kahki pants, etc are covered in black ink. Im so FUCKED. What a huge mess. I have washed them twice now, and soaked them in a gallon of bleach and tide, nothing has worked, then pen held up thru the wash but not the dryer....... how depressing.
bye for now- me
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