How appropriate for my current situation

I normally feel like ass on Sundays because I have to go to work at 2. Today, however, is different. Today will be the last Sunday of work at Kinko's Document Creation Center. A place that does not promote a positive working environment, a place that makes me dread going to work. I have met fabulous people there that I cherish as friends but in a ( Read more... )

but in no way do I support them ( Read more... )

A few of the weirdest/kinkiest things said during sex:
- (while looking behind him) "What are you doing?"
- "MOMMY!"
- "Tell me I'm a good little girl"
- "Do I smell?"
- "Are you gonna keep your bra on the whole time?"
- "If you get any in my hair, I'm gonna kill you"

So I've just got that desire to write but nothing to really say. Or maybe I do have something to say but it's just underneath the surface where I have such trouble getting to sometimes. Which is weird because I'm not one of those people who has to search for their feelings. If anything, I'm one of those people that is always painfully aware of how ( Read more... )

Got my groove on in the car this morning...woohoo ( Read more... )

open mind ( Read more... )

and into my pants.

Gots to love sexual banter at work among the co-workers. Tis the season for relieving horniness at the workplace through inappropriate behavior with others.

That's it. I'm moving to some exotic land where I won't have to work "for the man" any longer. (Yes, 23 and I'm sick of it already). A place where I can lounge around on the beach, surrounded by a gorgeous body of water, reading fabulous and classic books all afternoon, and making love til the wee hours of the morning ( Read more... )

So this is my live journal. How often am I gonna use it? Who the fuck knows. Who's gonna read it? My guess is, very few. But hopefully I can get in the swing of writing again. Guess we'll see eh ;)