This was much too amusing to pass up.

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Your Daddy Is Patrick Stewart

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For some reason it really pisses me off when people my age (or any age, for that matter) refer to their significant others, their boyfriends or girlfriends, their husbands or wives, as their "partner."

I don't know why.  That word just doesn't sit will with me.

I found a photo tonight of me with my boobs hanging out.  I was pretty impressed by how good they looked in it.  God only knows whenever that was it taken.  God only knows whichever lover took it.  All I know that it sure as hell wasn't recent, but I must've hung onto it for a reason.  I thought about scanning it in and posting it, just for the fun ( Read more... )

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I cut out of work 12 minutes early today.  It's not like I had to ask anyone's permission.  I don't think I'll ever get over the idea of being my own boss.  I spent so many years listening to men above me telling me what to do, and when to do it.  "Oh, Teresa, be a dove and do this."  "Thanks Teresa for doing that, you're a dove."  Teresa dove this ( Read more... )

Sometimes, it is just plain old fashioned jealous of a woman scorned. I can't deny that. Or pass it off as lust all the time. I hate jealousy. It's the worst feeling in the whole universe. Even worse than the embarassment of being caught watching the two of them together from down the hall. I hate envy more than humiliation. Send me to work ( Read more... )

The other day I asked a man something unthinkable. What was I thinking? Let's backtrack so I can figure it out ( Read more... )

I feel like I should post something in here, because I've been at the site for a while messing around some of my settings. But I don't have anything new to say. Had a long, yet satisfying day at work. Still taking my work home with me. Still whining about my love life. Still old. Still addicted to caffeine. Still feeling like shit, most of the