TIE ME IN RAGS AND PAINT ME BLUE

i did the birthday civilized call. i made a huge mistake because my kitty and my brain were not well together, egads.

i miss being in bed with my man.

i worry about my back.

i wish i could drink endless Kahlua coffee and wake up on an island somewhere with my admiring companion looking down at me and grinning that Filthy Good way which means i am going to have some p0ussay appetizer and all the rest of the courses rolled into one big tickle.

i wish my  son would relaz. life is short. she will never see it your wya, that is just how peopel are!

i wish i had a Lane leather office chair for my back. the 1940's restored oak lawyer's chair is crippling me even while it perfectly preserves the esthetics of the place.

i wish my mental muse would stop putting me in the scary spice pile and just converse with me, no harm, no foul... he is missing  the point......precision has its drawbacks.

i wish my boatman would decide that a hot good woman is better than wallet candy or his twin of the oppostie gender. powerful women are overrated in the sack. so there.

and i confess my sin, oh sin-eater Azazel. i wish for more cock in my mouth, lots. done with tenderness, humor and demand.. light life love.

i choose to believe that, even when a 300 ppound man tried to crush my spine by accident.

guess i learned some new limits this week. and some new limitations.