I HATE THE WEB CENSOR AT MY JOB

 

For fracks' sake people. Is it so bad to want to read order of the stick from work on your own damn lunch half hour (no longer an hour just a half that is on your time not paid. Cheap industrialist bastards). I think that on time I am not getting paid for I should be able to read what ever the fuck I want. They have so much she blocked over the web that it is worse than being in prison. Hell they even have the page to my gym blocked and all it has is address, driving directions, and the frackin calendar for the month. So I have to drive all the way across town to get the monthly calendar. FUCK. What do they think that grown, educated people can't be trusted not to sit all day and read the funny comics. Well they can't say that it is all comics as far as I can tell it is just web comics. All they crap you read in the paper can be accessed just fine. Frack it all to hell. Oh well. Nothing I can do but move jobs again. I like doing that. I am on my second of this year with a pay raise for each. time to go again.

 

Time to be outie

-Kay

Holidays and Good Men the Best Combination

OK so the holidays are supposed to be a time of fun and frolic and whatnot right. Well think again monkey boy. The only people resting this or any holiday are those happy go lucky Children too young to peal a potato and men to fracked in the head to help out. Or those few helpless in the kitchen women who just are not having it. For the rest of us it is hell. Baking nightly Balancing menus with allergies and what who’s spoiled ass kid refuses to eat and all that garbage. AND on top of all that we are expected to come to bed after all this and be romantic….. Well you know what this is the first time in years that I have looked forward to bed “not alone” during the holidays. And that is greatly C’s fault. You see we went to my companies Christmas party over the weekend a nice little formal gig at a lovely hotel. Then out for some real merriment with some coworkers. Well I caught a little stomach bug and spent most of the next day in bed and the potty. C was great, after his little talk about waking people up when I am sick and not just saying I’m fine go back to sleep, taking over the cooking and cleaning and talking to people when they call.

So here’s the good part. I am up in the evening feeling better but not on top of my game for any merry making, but frisky none the less. So here I don’t want to start anything because I didn’t want to disappoint him by bailing out on him half way through. So I tell him this and he is like Get over here and proceeds to sex up my body all nice and lazy fashion. I tell you what there is nothing like not having to drive. Lovely time topped off with some nice RPG chat about the new stuff we are going to be getting into. He also GM’s a game for me and my friends. Quite the nice set up I’ve got.

Later
-Kay

In a perfect world

I would make my extremely comfortable living as a phone sex operator and put this voice to good use.....

Crazy thought brought on by crazy occurrence when I get a call back for some crap I am doing here at work "this happens quite a bit". This guy on the other even is like “is this Kay” and I'm like “yes hello” and he goes all """well hello""". What the FUCK is that about. Just because I am calling you at your place of business and you are a government official dose not mean that I am here to jump your monkey for your scheduled nooner.

Well thats it

Difficulties of Urban sprawl

 

Victims of Progress

 

Good buy to a great large chunk of my childhood. My wonderful childhood. Cherry Hill Farm in Maryland, USA is closing forever and some money hungry pathetic housing developer is going to build over priced houses and town homes. I will be taking the hella far trip back to that part of the country to visit it. One of my first memories is of that farm. Sitting is a corduroy jumper little and cute as all hell eating dirty strawberries warm and strait off the bush, with my mom and grandma.

 

Most of my childhood spring through fall memories are in this place. Fruits and vegetables, Cider , home made ice-cream and the worlds best home made fresh hot donuts. The donuts and ice-cream were the best; Strawberry or raspberry in the summer and pumpkin in the fall. Oh, it just brings a tear to me. 4 generations of us women have gone there to pick the goods that nourished our family. There is just my mom and I left now and we missed the entire spring and summer picking seasons. The announcement was made last week that they are selling. Mostly because the grandchildren don't want to take it over and the old man is tired and ready to retire. Him and his wife, god rest, were always there. The old man has to be old, he was old and his children all grown up when I was a child. Sticky face and fingers nicking candies in the farm store.

 

It is as though a part of me is dieing again, you see my grandma died about 5 years back and I haven't been able to force myself back up there. It was always our place; she my mom and I would go up there for a long day and pick things and have the next to sit in a warm glowing kitchen where life was good and loving and wonderful. Even when I was young and not good for too much in the kitchen grandma always made sure I was learning and able to try things and do even if I was sure to mess it up terribly. It was her opinion that there was only one way to learn to can and make jelly and all the other things that one must know, in her opinion, to run an efficient family and kitchen. You see we have a matriarchal family, we women run it we women provide for it. Not that we do not love our men it is just that for a long time where my family come from black men died young and the women are left to take care of things. I only had one grandfather when I was born, and he was very old and married in later as one of my grans second husband, but I had 3 Grandmas larger than life strong as the hand of a goddess and powerful as a moving storm.

 

That farm has the memories of all of them, for I have lost all 4 throughout my days, and one day I shall lose my mother too. I was not prepared at this time to lose the links that I had to their memories.

Starbucks Green Tea Frappuccino

I awake today to find that the wonderful Green Tea Frapp is no more. I am distraught at this because it gave me great solice at the end of a hot daunting day, long at work.  But I arrived this morning to the news that it will never be served again. The wonderful Tazo® Green Tea Frappuccino has been discontinued. It was wonderful in it's refreshingly un-coffeeness. I am torn in all things today as I have been told that my occasional indulgence is no more. I am outraged and saddened by this revelation. I morn today for its green cool succor at the end of this a long and tiring day.

 

More to come on my search for the Recipe to bring this cool concoction to my home.

 

-Kay

 

 

 

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I have been exiled from my kingdom

OK I am just home from my Cruise

Let’s just sum up the extreme joy on cruising; Clean room, made bed, free meals, nice smiling wait staff, a cleaning crew that is not me, waking in a different location every morning. Oh yes ladies and gentleman it is heaven. And if I ever get rich I will spend most of my time on them. It is not that I am a lazy ass individual who hats to do shit for herself. It is that I have never been so taken care of. Now C dose a great job of taking care of me but weather it is me taking care of him or him taking care of me, one of us has to be doing the work (though we usually split it). It is nice to both be able to sit back and have things just get taken care of. If something is not right there is a guy/gal outside the door in minutes with the cure. Man nicer service doesn’t exist for less than 100 a day. Now don’t get me wrong cruises are hella expensive, even if your tickets are cheap you have to spend air fare, unless you are lucky enough to live in a cruise ship city of port, You have to pay for all drinking and shopping. You can keep it under control if you have willpower. Now we have talked about my lack of willpower when it comes to sex but it is also true to SHOPPING.

OK Travel Day, off to Miami on a plane, I hate to fly but C made it much better (this is our first real trip together). Then to the hotel; both so tired of working 12 hour shifts all week to compensate for our trip that we just sleep the night away.

Day One of the cruise, Board at noon, have nice lunch of lasagna fresh mozzarella cheese over tomato and eggplant, Hazelnut mousse and cheesecake. Off to the looking around the ship. Oh it was splendid, floor after floor of glitz and glamour, in lighted and reflective surfaces made the place seam almost mythical. Our rooms are on the main level so we are in the middle of everything, but far enough away not to be disturbed. And me are off to sunny Nassau, Bahamas. Dinner is lovely so we go back to the room for a little together time (loads of this gets done hehe). Nap and up for a late night snack. This 24 hour hot food thing is great. The Frozen yogurt machine was also constant in it’s dispensing of cool sweet yummy. Now back to the room for a little romp and sleep for the night.

Day two, awaken in lovely Nassau docked, run up to a breakfast of French toast eggs and bacon juices and fruit. Woo hoo! Then it’s off to our blue lagoon snorkel trip on the island. 3 drinks on the transport then they start with the free ones at the lagoon. Ok I am thoroughly ploughed by the time we get there and nice and handsy with C who is just as handsy back and loving every minute of it (I am normally very reserved on PDA). So we get over to the cove for the snorkel. I am still quite inebriated and decide to sit for a few minutes for safety’s sake. Off into the water with C. Lovely fishies and things under there it was awesome. I went off following this rainbow colored blue hued fish and lost C, not to mention the shore. I was WAY out in the ocean. So I set off to get to shore. I met C on the way back he was having fun chasing the fishies too so just a little kiss and fondle and we are off to harass some fore aquatic life. After swimming for quite some time I was dehydrated as hell and trying to get to shore was a bit of a fight to say the least. This nice guy had to help me up after I actually made it. I stumble over to the blanket and lay the hell down for a rest. At this point I have no idea where C is there are so many pasty guys out there. You would think that some of them would have gotten a tan before coming to the beach with the blazing sun to beat down on their sensitive flesh. Oh well hindsight and all. Well I down a bit of water and lay out a bit to get some more energy. I look up and C is there all ringed in sunlight looking just splendid in his loud orange Hawaii print trunks. AND ladies and gentleman I am not lying to you another reason it was hard to keep an eye on him was that there were 2 other tall guys wearing extremely similar trunks. Loud was definitely in on that beach, bright yellows oranges and greens were the order of the day. So we go off to get a little cuddle on in one of the huge hammocks to wait out the rest of the afternoon. Wonderful close time; Light snack then back to the transport to the port.

Shopping time, We wander off into the town to get a few things at a fierce pace because the formal dinner is in less than 2 hours. We make it of course with some good shopping done. Now let me say all men at one time or another must go out with their woman in a tux. If nothing else just to get the pictures. We look so good together. We had our formal dinner (scallops, steak, lobster, shrimp, baked alaska) and had some pictures taken and went to the Capitan’s reception with free cocktails and good funny from this cute little irish fella. Needless to say we were off again to the stateroom for a romp before the evening’s entertainments.

Day three: Awake to the sea outside smelling fresh and a hell of a lot like rain. Pancakes, fruit, and juice (light after last night). Hang out a bit with the family and off to see a show. All the shows were so nice onboard ship. The sea got a little choppy out there that last day but it was fine by lunch. Leisurely day and off to the night entertainment. Hit a few deck parties and got more pictures of the ship and peoples. Back to the room. I tell you what they must put aphrodisiacs in the food and drink onboard ship. We had some of the best sex of our entire relationship. And the sex is great in this one. Not one complaint from me except the hole pulled and strained muscle thing that has me all limping and stiff some times but that is all part of the package.

Day four last day of cruise; Back in Miami off to the Hilton for rest and a meal. I was such a good girl in Miami. Nothing dirty happening there at all now that I think back on it. I was too exhausted both directions. Oh well I will have to make sure that I have more time next time to leave my mark.


Last day of my vacation.
We awake go to lunch cause me slept in and off to a huge flea market the Opa Hialeah (?sp) It was so nice I got shoes for $5 and some cds for like 8 I am thinking of taking a road trip down there in the spring just to go to the flea markets. Man the prices were low and the stuff was great. Definitely a to do again.

Well I guess that about covers it.


And in closing I can not stress the importance of lubricant and Burt’s Bees lip balm. Lube to get you through it Burt if you over do it.

Later,
Kay

Man oh man

I have returned from my much needed vacation and man was it awesome. for those of you out there who can afford it or can save up to do it you MUST take a cruise one day at least 3 or 4 nights. it was awesome with a capital AWESOME. I never had better anything. But at the moment can't talk about it I have a jack load of crap piled up a work. Just wanted to drop a little line to alls the folks out there.

 

Later

-Kay

WOO HOO

I am so excited, though you would not know it. I am going on my cruise tomorrow. Now they great thing is I am going to be getting away from the crap for a while. Gain a little perspective on some things and get to spend some quality time with my C. Now there is a lot to be said for the quality of the time you spend with your significant other. See for a while we have had quantity with low quality. Lots of nothing to do just sitting around and waiting for the next round of sex. Now I love the sex but people need more. So we are off to Jamaica; during hurricane season no less. I do love an adventure and the tickets are hella cheaper cause you stand a better chance of it getting canceled but we are on. Katrina just went through doing no real damage and nothing else on the radar for at least another week or so. that's all the time I need to get some fun and good times.

 

There has to be something to say about sitting around in wonderful surroundings rubbing each others feet feeling fantastic. 

 

Well the day has finally caught up with my happy energy. I am tired so I not going to be able to finish extolling on the virtues of time with your other, I will try to get something out coherent while there.

 

Later

-Kay

 

Found this on another blog and I am loving it (thanks mary & greg)

What a woman really means!!

 

 

What a woman says, what she really means...

I need = I want
We need = I want
It's your decision = The correct decision should be obvious by now
Do whatever you want = You are going to pay for this later
We need to talk = I need to complain
Sure...go ahead = I don't want you to
I'm not upset = Of course I'm upset, you moron!
You're so manly = You need a shave and you sweat a lot
You're certainly attentive tonight = Is sex all you ever think about?
I'm not emotional! And I'm not overreacting! = I have a severe case of PMS
Be romantic, turn out the lights = I have flabby thighs
This kitchen is so inconvenient = I want a new house
I want new curtains = I want new curtains, new carpeting, new furniture, new wallpaper...
I need new shoes = the other 40 pairs are simply the wrong shade
I heard a noise = I noticed you were almost asleep
Do you love me? = I'm going to ask for something expensive
How much do you love me? = I did something today you're really going to hate
I'll be ready in a minute = Kick off your shoes and find a good game on T.V.
Is my butt fat? = Tell me I'm beautiful
You have to learn to communicate = Just agree with me
Are you listening to me? = Too late, you're dead
Yes = No
No = No
Maybe = No
Let me think about it = No
I'm sorry = You'll be sorry
I was wrong = Not as wrong as you
Do you like this recipe? = It's easy to fix, so you'd better get used to it
Was that the baby? = Why don't you get out of bed and walk him until he goes to sleep
I'm not yelling! = Of course I'm yelling, this is important

Amazon has caught

 in case anyone out there hasn't heard Amazon.com is now pimping "adult items" the works, vibrators, plugs, clamps, some light bondage, swings, lubes of all kinds, and some pretty ridiculous stuff. just go to amazon.com and type in whatever you are looking for into the search. it will give you something like personal health or something as the category for all this.

 

I almost died laughing looking through some of the stuff when I found it.

Lovin the C

OK all folks in the land would agree with me that sometimes you just want to kill your loved ones and other times you just love them so much you wonder if it is normal. OK in the last 3 weeks I have gone from so depressed about the relationship that I was just waiting for it to end, to so elated about it that I want it never to end. Now in between is where things get murky. Now I say on my train the other day feeling like I just wanted to crawl up into a ball and die. Now the situation is like this:

 

C used to date this weird chick L. Now L freely admits that she is not into white guys, and would regularly tell C that "this would be a hole lot better if you weren't a geek and into all that computer stuff and the science fiction has got to go" Now I don't know about you but that don't sound like the loving girlfriend to me. Now I am biased but I love my geeks and I only date white guys. Its not that I have only dated white guys, hell my dance card looks like a roster for the UN for shits sake I just prefer white guys and definitely geeks. I like it if my man knows more about at least one series of star trek than me or at least is hard core into some scifi that I like. Now a convention goer is not a must but is greatly nurtured and appreciated. ...  but I digress; this chick knew who he was when their convenient little sex relationship started. It got bigger as time went on as things tend to do, but they still didn't have much at all in common or really like tolerating each others obsessions. For all the Lords the girl was into SOAP OPERAS. Can you imagine a chick who would force her guy to actually sit down and watch those hideous things. Now I admit that when I was in middle school I loved them, but hell I grew the hell up.

 

Now moving on towards my point (not that I ever really get to one) This chick gets all bent out of shape when it is all blown apart. Now I did have a little to do with that but hey I come home and the guy I had loved for the better part of my physiological adulthood was miserable and doubting his geekdom. Now let me tell you I have NEVER in my life stepped into someones relationship. And I know I have a little to answer to afterward, but damn he is just to fine, caring, awesome, and wonderful on so many levels to be smothered into passivity by some crazy normal. There are plenty of us weird, crazy, gaming, Conn goddesses out here for every geek in all of the kingdoms to be happy and over joyed with their lives.

 

Now the problem. She has been gone for going on 9 months now it's all I need to see you before I go (going back to college for a degree). I need closure,(No such thing). I just have to see you one more time (OH PLEASE bitch). Now, C being the guy that he is and I love him for it; is all, "Well if it will help her move on" (WHAT you can't see through that shit). But I'm all "if you think you need to go ahead, but please be careful (Translation: "If she touches you I will kill you both").

 

Now he comes home tells me everything that happened and I am like Told you so. shallow plays provocative dress, trying to get him drunk. I mean DAMN do you have to be that transparent. Oh well I am secure in my position here. Besides this chick has got nothing on me in the C category. It is not that I am worried that he may go back to her (fat chance of that ever happening) it is that he can't see her crap for what it is. Maybe it is just not all that important but it burns me up.

 

Well gotta jet.

Lata

-Kay

 

 

Oh the Pain

Well ladies and gentleman. I have figured out how to post from work. (Thanks Bing) we have a "security measure" which blocks random web pages depended on suspected content. I can't go to Order of the Stick but I can read all the comics I want from Yahoo, but I can't go to comics.com for the same comics. arggg. I guess they just put in the things that they think up at the time or things that get a lot of traffic. I don't know. Well I love my new job, though I could be busier. Everyone is so nice. Now I guess that is long enough for a test

 

Later Y'all
-Kay

New job

New job, tired as hell, learn too many things in a day, but I do get to sleep in, and the commute is less than an hour by car but mine is officially dead, blown head gasket. Oh well guess I have to save for a new car, well new to me. Well to tired to continue. More later. Feeling tired really lets the depression think it can come on in. WELL IT CAN'T. Though it ain’t like I don’t have good reason to let it in. But I have a new job and I don’t want to screw it up.

later
-Me

HA!!

OK this was going to be a huge long bitch fest about exes and the need for them to quit wobbling my sphere of existence. But you know what I can't spare to brain power at the moment. I am so tired. In the past week and a half preparing for this new job, I have gotten even less sleep than usual. I have spent close to $500 on things I have wanted to have for a while but didn't think I needed them badly enough. Well let me tell you; It felt good. Now I have multiple packages on their way to my home with my supplies in them. Quite a while ago I decided to start doing body wraps to keep my skin and body in "shape" so to speak while I am losing all this damn weight. Now I looked into it and it cost like 120 and up to get them done in a salon, AND you should get them every week. So I decided to take my money and get all the things I needed to do them at home. Well with everything it cost like 260 for 4 people to get the sauna suits, bandages for wrapping, herbs, oils, dry clay powder, and a bandage winder cause I am kind of lazy when it comes to mind numbing tasks. So that comes to what $65 per person. Now that is a great deal. 65 and we have enough supplies to do like 8 to 12 wraps a piece depending on if we are doing full or partial. Now how in the world do salons get off charging like they do with any form of conscience?

So then I though well would be nice to have a paraffin spa at home too, so off I went to EBay. Now let me just say that I didn't want one of those cheap ass walmart looking home models, I wanted a salon workhorse with a sanitization cycle (I've got a bit of a germ problem I HATE THEM) Well perfection found me a fifty pound capacity spa paraffin bath in great condition. It is so big I can do both my feet at the same time. Hell it is so bit I can do both C's feet at the same time. That is the coolest part it is like 25x14x10. Now that did cost me a pretty penny right below 100 but it is a 1 year old $3,000 model in great condition. So I said, "Oh, Hell yes!"

Now previous to this I had been spending $60 at the salon to get my hands dipped with a manicure and pedicure, I never got my feet dipped cause it would have cost another 30 on top of that. I used to go every week. Now I know how to give a manni and peddi, so that’s 60 bucks back in my pocket. And I know how to do wraps and make all the solutions necessary for a fraction of the cost, that’s 120 that never leaves. So I think I will be saving about $720 a moth with a $400 start up cost and about $25 a month after that in supplies and about $16 a year to replace worn-out wraps. Yes I love saving myself shit-loads of money. I even found out that you can use candle paraffin in the spa and it is jackin cheaper than "spa" paraffin, which by the way is regular 120 - 125 degree melt paraffin with essential oils and fragrance and some times even color in it. Well kiss my grits, I can put grapeseed oil in it myself and move on up. AND some/most professional spas heat their wax just a few degrees warmer than the home varieties of spas giving you better therapy.

So I am all ready for weekly wax dips and body wraps and now I have to sit and wait for everything to show up at my house. Waiting is so harsh. I want to just have it all now. Oh well I guess I shall work on that meditation thing while I wait for all my spa gear. Ya me

-Kay

PS

Isn’t it so easy to keep me happy.

Mobile ICE - In Case of Emergency - Good advice from a great friend of mine

ICE - In Case of Emergency

A campaign encouraging people to enter an emergency contact
number in
their
mobile phone's memory under the heading ICE (In Case of
Emergency), has
rapidly spread throughout the world as a particular consequence
of last
week's terrorist attacks in London.
Originally established as a nation-wide campaign in the UK, ICE
allows
paramedics or police to be able to contact a designated relative
/
next-of-kin in an emergency situation.

The idea is the brainchild of East Anglian Ambulance Service
paramedic
Bob Brotchie and was launched in May this year. Bob, 41, who has
been a
paramedic for 13 years, said: "I was reflecting on some of the
calls I've
attended at the roadside where I had to look through the mobile
phone
contacts struggling for information on a shocked or injured
person.
Almost
everyone carries a mobile phone now, and with ICE we'd know
immediately who
to contact and what number to ring. The person may even know of
their
medical history."

By adopting the ICE advice, your mobile will help the rescue
services
quickly contact a friend or relative - which could be vital in a
life or
death situation. It only takes a few seconds to do, and it could
easily
help save your life. Why not put ICE in your phone now? Simply
select a
new contact in your phone book, enter the word 'ICE' and the
number of the
person you wish to be contacted. For more than one Next of Kin
ICE1,
ICE2,
ICE3.

If you think this is a good idea please pass it on to everyone
in your
address book get your family and friends involved. It is Easy,
Free,
and could save your
life, or at least let you family know whats going on.

Not only dead but mutilated in the process

I’m talking about chivalry here. I take the train and then the Metro to work every day and I see it. Men literally pushing women out of their way for a seat. Now I know that it sucks to stand I have had to do it lots of time but when a pregnant woman is standing on the train something is wrong with you fucking assholes. I am at the back of the car, this pregnant woman gets on (probably about 8 ½ months along) there is nothing but men at the front of the car, like it was a test from the gods. THEY FAILED. A woman half way back in the car got up to offer this woman her seat; and get this shit some guy tried to take her seat. WHAT THE FUCK.

The Metro is no better; this is the place where a woman may be pushed into the Metro car if she is not moving fast enough for some thousand dollar suit wearing jackass who just won’t be inconvenienced the minute that it takes for the next train to come along. And that is not an exaggeration trains run every minute on this line it is the heaviest traveled in the city. Picture this small woman gets on the train in the mob and there is nowhere for her to go so she stops. The man behind her literally pushes her ahead into other people already crammed into the car. She doesn’t say anything just takes it so he pushes her again; she nearly falls into someone’s lap. A different woman turns around to confront this asshole who is now just inside the door as they are closing. This prick proceeds to call these women names and piss off the mostly all female passengers at this end of the car. Now after some choice words by a few of the females closest to him he decides to shut his chauvinistic pathetic little mouth. What was he thinking this woman he was pushing was at least half his size? And there was s sista over there who was about to kick this man’s ass all over.

These are just two incidences. It would take me a lot longer to field out all the despicable things I have seen on the train and Metro. Pushing of old people, hell one guy actually pushed a little girl out of his way with his briefcase. It goes on and gets worse. Why has our society fallen to the state where men have no respect for their fellow person, and most definitely have no respect for the women around them.

In my 4 months of this long ass commute I did however see one shining example of what is all supposed to be about. It was late evening and the train was of course crowded. An old woman got on the train caring a cane and she walks past a few people and this Black guy probably in his late teens to early twenties jumps out of his seat as soon as he sees her and actually helps her into the seat. I felt like going over to him and hugging the shit out of him. That is what it has come to kindness is not so few and far between that I feel the need to reward it in some way. So I gave the blind homeless man who panhandles outside the station all the money in my pockets. It made me feel good and maybe someone saw and did a nice thing of their own. Maybe that is what is happening. Courtesies and nice things are getting swept under the rug; no one sees them so no one feels that anyone else gives a crap.

Chivalry, so maybe it isn’t dead but it is limping a bit now before it gets any worse we all need to do something about it.

OK thats life

OK so it has been a while. Lets just say I would rather have been have the kind of time that frustrates me with it's boredom that some of the things that I have been forced to go through.

On the super side. I have had my first birthday back with C it was great. He just my have a little genie in is pocket looking out for him. Took me on a shopping spree, he did. Got the hottest pair of jeans; but that’s not the point. The point is that is the perfect gift for a shopaholic. Plus I still got gifts that he picked out. OK maybe I am a little spoiled. I even get a foot rub while out shopping. Let me tell you that says love right there just stop in the middle of the damn store to rub my feet. HELLS YEAH. I think the man should writ a fracken book on how to date the high maintenance woman, cause he has this shite down pat. AND I got a new JOB yeah I am out of here my friends no more of this crap. Now lets just hope that there isn’t deeper steamier crap at the new place.

On the good side. I am a year older and hella lighter. Losing weight is awesome but that whole growing older thing is the not so super part. It reminds me of how much time I have wasted and lost with C when I left to be stupid. So I am now back and I am not going to be letting the moments slip away. Not this time. And for anyone listening you need to get out there and be happy in your relationship. Life, job, friend situations, even family situation may suck the soul right out of you and make you miserable. But you mate should be the sun in your universe. Should make you happy beyond all reason just by breathing. Make you ecstatic just by the little things. AND if you are in a relationship that is killing you slowly or not so slowly you need to bite the rope and get the hell out. I know it is hard believe me on that one, it can bankrupt you financially and emotionally but Know that there is better on the other side.

And on the not so good side. My DVD/VCR combo died I don’t even know what happen I was not home when it was being viewed without permission and defiantly would not have gotten it if they had asked. Let me just say if you go out to buy a TV and the big ass one is on sale into your price range just get the smaller one and go buy some shoes with the left over duckets. I have had the hardest time keeping people the hell out of my room. They want to watch TV on it cause it is “nice” what the frack I am the one who bought the damn thing and it is in my private room for shits sake. This isn’t college and we aren’t stupid teens. W is 30 and he can’t grow up. Has kids and I come home to all their shit in my room. Toys clothes trash. I mean if you know you are not supposed to be somewhere wouldn’t you clean it the fuck up so no one knew you where there. Though there is no chance of that some how the killed it. How do you kill an electronic piece of equipment. I mean shit I just got it like 2 months ago. I am about ready to move, though I didn’t when all this started cause he was supposed to be moving. Almost 3 weeks ago they were supposed to be gone. What the hell you gonna do with family.

Well all in all a decent couple of weeks. I had a load of fun and you know what else we were up to. But that is always a given with me and C

Well thats it for now blog. Later
-Kay

Just a few thoughts

1. I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you..

2. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.

3. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

4.. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.

5. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.

6. Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.

7. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.

8. Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste their time on you.

9. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.

10. Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.

11. There's always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next time around.

12. Make yourself a better person and know who you are before you try and know someone else and expect them to know you.

13. Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.

AWESOME

OK anyone who can see this MUST go and read these stories.

http://www.hangar1.freeserve.co.uk/

Starcruiser Chronicles; best damn thing I have read in a while. ANd let me tell you I read alot. I just wish there were more of them.


Kay

PS Shortest post ever

Thinking

Hello blog,
Today was hot really hot 97 45% humidity 105 heat index code orange day. So you know that it was time for well monitoring. Standing in the blistering sun for a few hours 2 or 3 times a day. My total idea of fun and unhappiness. But ok. So it goes on four times a year and these times have been strategically placed to make the most of the most miserable weather of the area. One is in the coldest part of winter, then the cold rainy ass spring, then the hella hotness, then the windy rainy fall. What the fuck where these people thinking. I will tell you, NOTHING. There is no thought needed for most federal government jobs, in fact if you think too much you will begin to hate your job. Man if people actually knew what the hell their tax dollars are spent on they would SHIT, not a brick, not a cow but a hole fuckin 1970 caddi. It's a nightmare when you are the only seemingly sane person amount the masses who think it is ok to be charged fuckin $300 for lamination. Whatever. OK that is the end of my heat induced rage. Man I hate to sweat when it has nothing to do with sex.

later

SciFi and Sex

Yet another great weekend. The best combination in the world. Scifi and sex make for a great few evening when I can forget that the rest of my life sucks hairy sweaty nasty dick. OK so it was all up to the 7th and 8th seasons of Red Dwarf to keep me occupied between attack. Let me tell you if you wake your man with you mouth wrapped around his cock, you are going to have a good day; great even. Man I don't know how long the great sex is going to last but I sure as shit am going to draw it out as long as humanly possible. I mean C and I have been have excellent sex for quite a while. Well I think that I am going to just have to leave it in the hand of fate and the capable suggestions of many self/sexhelp knowledge pools out there.

OK I am a great way back reader of Freddy and Eddy but I found this other place called Clitical. And my I say (yes yes I shall) that it has some awesome information on all subjects of the lovelife and beyond. Well gotta cut this short.

Later
-Kay

Damn; Just Damn

OK it is Tuesday. Injury check. Usual thorough sex aches and pains plus, sprained wrist, pulled muscles in the right thigh and right buttock, left side and left side of my back and neck. Two ripped off nails (and they where all finally the same great scratching length) Hair a mess and I do believe that I am a little dehydrated. But man did I have a great couple of days. Love the long weekend. It got off to a slow start just cleaning up after a housemate of C's moved out and left a mess. Loads of cleaning in fact. Leaving us both a little tired and not too energetic. Still managed a descent level of tired need that body sex. so Friday cool. Saturday shopping and unwinding with my g/f T she is nuts. So Sunday C and I decide after our usual early morning Sunday sex that we didn't feel much like getting up so back to sleep. Well that extra 7 hours or so of sleep must have done the trick cause it was nearly time for C to get off to work and everyone was in a good mood. I got us something to eat and we had a lazy evening. C got off to work and now I can't sleep, so off to the internet. Did a little shopping and hunting around for some things I have been needing for a while.

OK Now here's the good part and the real reason for all the damage. Comes home in the morning, now I have been up most of the night so I decide we need to get a little sleep just for a little while. About 3 hours later I wake up frisky as hell. I am thinking to meslef, "it would be just too bad for me to reach over and give my favorite party favor a little stroken". So I do! Let me tell you I think that every man should at one time in their lives awaken to the sensation of the woman they love sucking their cock like a starving woman. Now I didn't quite know what I was starting though. In hindsight I know that I shouldn't have opened the gate. We never did get out of that room on Monday (which was a holiday). Now I am all for great sex numerous times but 5 times in a day that started a 2pm and ended at like 9pm may just be the limit of what this body can take. I am hurtin today. But it hurts so damn good. Why is it that you never feel this shit happening? I work a predominately a computer job so I totally could have done without the wrist being in pain. But the edge of the bed legs up balancing maneuver that got it that way is definitely indispensable. Just have to work on that dismount. Now I am all for great days of lazy sex but a day of beingattackedd andravagedd is much better... :-) Now satted and exhausted I have answered my own question "Can I ever have enough sex?" NO I loved ever second of it. Even that one time I couldn't move afterward and had to be picked up and placed up on the bed. It is all great. And that pizza guy probably is a little traumatized for his delivery. Really thought 45mins would give us enough time for another go. Guess we where wrong. hehe

There is definitely something to be said for that second when he looks into your eyes and a hunger enters his and you know that you are so in for the fucking of your life. Ah just can't wait for the next long ass weekend. May even take an extra day off next time.

Floating deliciously,

-Kay

Note to self

Dear self,
What the fuck is going on with you. We are all in here and you are letting the crazy run the show. Now we understand that life can be confusing and we are not used to allowing all these feeling s to surface but get a fuckin grip on it. OK it is one thing to get pissed off at something totally trivial and unimportant it is totally another to attempt to hold on to that anger once the irrational thoughts have passed to try to not look looney. C knows that I am crazy as hell healing a lot from bad things and trying to move on. The man is a fuckin saint and we need to respect the fact that he is not going anywhere and stop trying to push him off. He is spectacular in most things (especially bed which is a total leap up and a mush) and he actually attempts to understand you. You freakin ninnie you need to stop trying to find out why and just enjoy the love.

OK so it is scarier than any other thought you can have but there are people who love you for being you, not for what you can do for them, or what you represent in their social order, and yes he thinks you are a damn sexy black woman but that doesn't mean that he thinks you are less some how (that one is seriously fucked up in our mind) You gota lay off him. He may not be perfect but guess the fuck what neither are we. And yes he has got a serious need to fondle your ass in public, well we all know we love that part so hehe nice. And he has never tried to tell you that erotica is for screwed up people.

(side note: I find erotica to be an excellent and wonderful form of literature which is as all literature littered with the good and the bad but if you are interested in some very good reads anything edited or written by Maxim Jakubowski or Violet Blue are great places to start. Not to mention www.abebooks.com is a great book resource for all types of books, especially hard to finds)

That is just it we have been waiting for the other shoe to drop and it is not. It has been um 6 hole damn months and it still won't fall. Where the fuck is the other shoe. It can't just be the trivial bs ever gal of a geek must deal with that just isn't big enough. There has to be something.

No there doesn't have to be something. Stop it. He is wonderful and treats you like you are a Goddess and you are just not used to it. Sit back enjoy and stop trying to see the asshole in the prince. There is no one you know who is happier than you while in his arms. And anyone thinking they are lying to themselves. The universe sent him to us, US damn it, over obstacle and trial, and we need to sit back and let the love flow.

OK there in lies our problem, emotion, it is an all or nothing bag. Can't just let one or two out. I don't think that we want all that shit flowing all over the place. We have lead a nice controlled existence and it has been alright.

Alright, no alright isn't good enough anymore. We want to live and have fun, love and be loved, move in a life as one with one tied to our soul. That is why my dear we have got to WAKE UP. There is no later, time for that tomorrow. We nearly lost him once and by the grace of all things holly and reverent we managed to reclaim our love. I am not willing to let go of him, but I don't know if I can let go of this part of me.

That part in most scared, scarred people that yells at the top of it's lungs "pain is coming, you know it is, no one is that perfect, if you miss the signs it is going to hurt you so bad" so now everything is a sign. Every word double edges, every gesture under scrutiny. If you can't get a hold on this there is going to be some serious problems.

OK so we have established that we are in need of some calming down, and some reality check. The thing that is not clear is what are we supposed to do with the reflective armor that we have been coating ourself with for the last 10 years. Is it supposed to just dissolve.

Morning Ramble

Well, well here we are again. Sitting through another boring day of “I’m working in here so don’t bother me” AKA doing nothing and liking it. I am of the opinion that I know no one powerful enough to help my cause. You see I am a college graduate with a double major and all and I still can’t get a good job. OK so the position title I have is sweet but the pay is shitty. I am not pidgin holed into a career that I do not want. To be honest I just want to sit and do meaningful things with my day or I want to be an artist. Doing my own thing, owning my studio and a little shop to thin out the goods every now and then, is that all too much to ask? I was great in college I even managed to make around 2 grand a semester at it after space and materials, so I guess I was ok.

Well that is not the problem with these days, though a job that paid me enough to pay all my bills and have some extra to save seeing as social security in this place is about as tight as a career red district hooker. But NO it is all well the economy is shit so we are going to pay all new people shit, which gets me to my next gripe. I want a job closer to home that pays a bit more where I do not want to kill myself rather than have to get out of bed and waste the precious minutes of my almost finished youth. I should at least make enough to go to the damn beach every once and a while I only like 2 hours from the damn thing and I live within a military family so cabins on the beach are like 70 a night and I still can’t afford it. Shit, oh and here’s the real HUGE kicker. Sometimes we just don’t get paid. Like this week. No money, it is a freakin holiday for fucks sake and I shall be broke as hell unless I hit the lotto. And you bet I play, it is like buying a small pink piece of hope once or twice a week. It keeps you thinking one day life could be drastically better for you and your family.

That’s right my family, If I was to win some money it would all be about making life a hell of a lot better for myself and them. Debt – Paid the hell off, houses – bought, cars – purchased (or at least fixed). If I won enough I would make sure that my parent’s never had to worry about a thing. Then I would lay it all out for me and C.

Not that I would go all SHOPPING SPREE. Though there is need for that. I would buy the essentials, house, furniture, car, lawyer, stuff needed. Not things wanted. If I won a billion dollars (that’s at least that much after Uncle Sam takes that hella huge tax out of it) I would quit my job, go on vacation, ask C if he wanted to keep his job or chuck it all and go back to school. I am no dummy a billion dollars isn’t going to last forever. So the plan is that we both have businesses up and running and turning a profit before the cash has a chance to run out. Not to mention that there will be a nice little retirement fund waiting for our old age.

Life will then be about living to the fullest. No more of this soul sucking nine to five crap. Not that I wouldn’t work hellish hours at my art but those are hours of enjoyment that just so happen to make you money. Yes thats the life for me. No more of this broke as, needing a raise crap for me. Oh well I guess thats it for the coffee hour.

Kay

Oh captain my captain

OK We had this discussion once, C and me, over which Startrek captain was the best. We were watching a TNG, DS9 marathon it went a bit like this
C: you know I have always had a soft spot for Shatner
K: Um no
C: Whaaa??? and you think who is better
K: Every and any other captain who ever lived the life of captain in the he entire Federation of Planets, their allies, AND their enemies. Except for those screwy haired Kazon peoples, they just don't do it for me.
C: mm huh
K: yeah he was always a bit over the top. I think I love all the rest in this order.
Picard
Sisko
Janeway
Archer
then Kirk just because of the kiss.
C: come on that is so not the real order of those......

it then became a long laundry list of the good and bad of each. We both agree that Kirk deserved hella props for pulling off the first on screen interracial kiss. But I didn't give him that much credit he kissed everything else in the galaxy why the hell should his crew have immunity. Of course he is all mancentric and I am all ok I would have put Janeway at the top of the list be the other two are just better captains. Archer, hummm, well he is of a different breed. Trying to fit a character into a set history and time frame is difficult as hell. Could have been better, but it sure could have been worse.

that is all on this for now
Kay

Sex can I ever get enough

NO

Now lets take a look at this from my perspective. I don't see my favorite appendage for 2 weeks almost (I did stop in on the way home from work for an hourish quickie the other day, but that doesn't count). I am WAY low on cuddle quotient, and feeling kinda blue, and may all the sisters in the feminism movement forgive me, but I just wanted a good lovin from my man. After that I felt better. For a while then I went in for more. Well it was a good day and a half I managed to coax 4 sessions out of him. Took some time juggling too, we are cleaning for a move and don't really have time to get over there to help out during the week and he is not function outside of work during the week so I do feel a little bad.

But then again, the sex was wonderful as usual and I was in need; And I was very generous with certain favors so it is not like he was getting the short end of the deal or anything. Not like I sprained my tongue or anything (that was another weekend) but I did feel a little spoiled by the end of Saturday. I do have to admit that letting him sleep in before church instead of getting a little more did make me a little grumpier than I had thought a lack of a little cock could. Am I turning into some kind of freakie chick who needs to have sex all the time. I hope not. Well at least I hope my stamina can take it. Don't want to be popping off one of the double digit sessions with an aneurysm .

Been thinking about this a bit the last few days. I like sex. And not just the good old getting to business hot sweaty pumping jumping rocking good middle part. I love foreplay, and afterplay, and "taking a break play" and everything as a hole. I think that is why I have always been against the 10 min quickie. First of all I am just getting started at 10 mins.... I know I used to date a guy who was like "let me watch 2 house of porn and stick my g/f for a min, yeah that makes her happy". Thank god for the Lions den (link on the right). Let me tell you I was keeping energizer in business those days. That was a long exile from the good lovin that I am again enjoying. But back to the topic. Second of all where is all the love in 10 min lovin. I am not a wham bam thank you chick kinda gal. I likes me engines to be burned out after a good few hours. And THIRD and probably the most important, what the hell kind of guy just leaves a woman all unfulfilled and shit. I mean what the fuck, you make me happy and you are DEFINITELY going to be the happiest m/f you know, and I site the sprained tongue incident. Let me just say it was worth it and muscles heal :-).

Kay

Dear god what the fuck happened

I get sick and sleep for a week and the side bar is gone to the bottom of my screen. What the fuck is up with that. I am not at all sure why it happened. It was fine now it is on walkabout the damn scream. I have tried loading other templates it is always the same. Well some are ok but I don't like them as much as this simple one. If there is anyone out there who is paying attention how the fuck do I fix this??? What in the world could I have done? And what can I do about making it not happen again?

Thank you
Kay

Got this great Email

Someone will always be smarter.
Their house will be bigger.
They will drive a better car.
Their children will do better in school. A
nd their partners will fix more things around the house.

So let it go and love you and your circumstances. Think about it. The prettiest woman in the world can have hell in her heart. And the most highly favored woman on your job may be unable to have children. The richest woman you know - she's got the car, the house, the clothes - might be heartbreakingly lonely. So, love you. Love who you are right now.

Tell yourself, " I am too blessed to be stressed." Be blessed ladies and pass this on to encourage another woman.

"To the world you might be one person, but to one person you just might be the world."

stuffy sniffley unhappy

Oh man I am so not well. I have gotten a sinus infection. I am allergies to something here at my job I had been battling it for a few months but last week I ran out of my meds and that gave it a chance to get in. Now I have a freakin cold on top of it all. uuuggg I feel poopie. Though I still had to come to work cause one of the guys I work with thinks I work for him and that I need to get his work done for him cause he wants to go out on this fine cooler day and ride his motorcycle, fuckin midlife crisis havin m/f. I am so tired of guys that refuse to act their own age but want to treat you like you are 2 cause you are under 40. Yeah that's right you old fuck 50 may be mid life for you but I plan on living till I'm 1000 so BITE ME.

Um ok that was some aggression that was not planned for oh well. Besides all that I am having a good day, leaving work early to hang out with C a bit before I go home. Ya mid-day sex. hehe me likes it.

Man they really need to cure the common cold. That opportunistic bastard gets me every time my immune system is a little down. I am an asthmatic so it doesn't take much to weaken my respiratory system which leads to the immune system kirkin out. SO here we are with out 2nd which is not bad considering I usually get sick with every drastic weather change and we are back in our 4 incarnation of cool spring with intermittent HOT AS in between.

Oh well deconjestant kicking in good must go blow me nose and take a nap at my desk till quittin time.

:)
-Kay

HI EVERYBODY

OK here’s the scoop. I am BORED man so bored. I have to go to training today and tomorrow. The most boring shit. I have to listen to this moron (though he is extremely knowledgeable in his field) drone on and on. It is like listening to someone read out of a test book. Man he needs some lessons on how to wake the people up. Though is inappropriate comments about politics and society are funny. So that is me. So tired and falling asleep during this thing. I am trying to think of something to do in there to stay awake. Maybe I will write out a post. That sounds pretty good. Though the hole writing thing may feel a little outdated. I even take notes on a laptop. But not in this training it is in the basement of the building with so many people shoved into this room that it is a fire hazard. I nearly broke my neck getting out for the damn brake. Oh well, not like I mind being out of the office for half a week. Yeah avoidance. Well this is it for a while.

Later
-Kay

Funny things me man and I chatted on this week.

OK this might be a weekly thing maybe if I can swing it so here it goes.

Saturday we are lying naked in bed talking about junk waiting for the Chinese delivery guy to show. C turns to me and says the weirdest thing. That he is not all that in to vampire movies. WHAT??? AND that he wasn't into acoustic guitar, that it is not a very imaginative instrument and that it has a limited range for innovation. OK so he has looked me in the face and said that my favorite instrument is worthless and that my preferred movie subject sucks (in the bad way). SO I leaned over and bit his cock. He was unhappy. SO WHAT.

OK to be fair I did kiss it all better, and we nearly missed the delivery guy for the fun that ensued.

But am I over reacting. I don't think that he meant to dis the shit out of things that I love. So after I was sufficiently sated and he exclaimed that he just couldn't again, I decided that we should talk on it a little bit.

it went a bit like this:
K: so you won't go to Vampire movies with me.
C: I didn't say that and stop looking at my cock like that. I just meant that I just am not all into the vampire move as a genre. I mean most of them are pretty bad.
K: OK you can't look at them like they are going to be fantastic interpretations of classic vampire lore or some shit.
C: Well I know that but how many ways can you do immortal blood sucking guy with killer good looks.
K: so a movie about a vampire average looking guy who is not out to shag the country side is ok with yu
C: well then you just cut out the plot of most vampire movies out there.

At this point he gets a bit tacked I am not that good a debater when the other person thinks they are funny.

OK so a little later it is decided that movies should be looked at on a case by case basis. I haven't even broached the hole music thing. In most cases if it isn't rap or something foreign C doesn't have too much time for it. Oh well the things that must be put up with when you are in love. At least he likes jazz as much as I do or we would be having some serious problems.

more later
-Kay

Just a little mind junk

OK people you all don't know this but I have a ... Well lets just say that I have a little problem with the homosexual males. They make me horny as hell. I have no Idea why. They are totally not interested in me, and I being an attention needer from way back I should not be into them. I don't know. Maybe it is the fact that they are into the same things I am cock, and other male parts, shopping and know the way to a damn nail salon. I am not one of those gals who's best friend is gay and all her friends are gay and she is pitifully waiting the shining drunk fit. Hells no. I am just attracted a lot to gay males. It is kind of a mood killer sometimes. I will be out with my friends shopping and see wome guy/s and be like he/they are hot as ... Must be gay. But thank the lord for the Metrosexual, the straight man whose grooming and dress might lead one to think that he is gay. That ladies and gents is the holly grail. Not that I would ever leave C for anyone, I just like to have my drooling returned every once in a while.

Not that I am conceited or anything, cause I am not. I am just going on my own record. I have never been single for more than a week if it wasn't a voluntary conscience dision to spend time with me. You know mediation life affirmations that kind of stuff. I think everyone should date themselves every now and again. You may find that alone is some of the best company. Well I am having a serious need for cock (high octaine weekend, Funny how getting copious ammounts of sex just makes me hornier the next few days) so I better get off this thing before it gets bad. I'm off to the ice machine.

-Kay

MMMUUUUUAAAAAAHHAAAAHHAAHHAA

OK,
I am at the point now where I need more attention. I am not ignored... We just work different schedule so my free time is his sleep time and vice versa. So I get home from work and C's only been to bed like 2 hours ago so I can't be a bitch and wake him just for kicks cause that would make his balls early day suck and not in the good down on your knees making his eyes roll back into his scull way either. So I am watching some TV which to be honest I have been doing a lot of lately, and I get to this show there are these stupid chicks and one of them is a black female with BLONDE HAIR. WHAT THA FUCK. That has to be one of my all time "holy shit, what the hell is wrong with her" pet peeve type things. I am a black female and I don't think that many of us look good with blonde hair. This girl looks like a barbie experiment gone wrong. Not to mention that the three chicks in this show give all women a bad name. Some studio dumbass puts this shit out there and people actually watch it. Hell I just don't know.

Oh well now that that is over. Some times I just get a bit frustrated now back to the issue at hand. I am beginning to feel lonely. I love attention and when we were both on the same shift schedule I got all I wanted, unless C's computer tried to choke or something which has happened all of once in the last 5 months or so. so I am used to being the center of attention most of the time. Now I have no attention. I am hating it. Contemplating the internet chatrooms as a source of some attention and entertainment. But that would be wrong. I did that a few years ago and ended up with this guy who would follow me around on the net and try to tell me he loved me and that his cock missed me and shit like that. Some men are just a little too sheltered. I am also of the opinion that I do not need any borderline male activities going on right now. I don't want to have to ask myself is edating someone cheating. And I have a tendency to lie to people if I know that they will never know who I am.

It's SO bad I know but I like to see what I can get away with. Like a long time ago I used to use the phone chats. Well for those of you that don't have these where you live they are phone based chat thingies that you can go onto record a message and talk to people in your area. Well needless to say I was single at the time and the shit got really deep some days, and I got good at shoveling it. Well needless to say I had to give it up. started having trouble keeping the sudonyms straight and what guy thought I was whom. AND I cought myself contemplating the purchase of a book to write it all down in to keep things eaisy for me. Then I was like ok this is going a bit far. I need a hoby or just a good shaggin. Oh well this is getting a little long and it is time for me to get off for home.

Later people
-Kay

Well Well Well

Hmm,
I was wondering if people actually read this thing. Then I see a link to it on this guys blog(I read other people's blogs and comment but never expect them to actually read mine). I may need to get some content, damn now I can't think of anything. Maybe I need one of those statistics thingies to tell me how many people are reading this thing. Ah fuck it... People are either going to or not going to so why should I stress over it. I will at least give the bloglines a rest for a while. I work in a boring place and I found them and now I am hooked on the stupid things. Man the things we do when bored. Well it's not like I can just spend all day masturbating. There are a lot of people here and to be honest C doesn't need me that horney all the time dropping by waking him for sex.

HA
-Kay

Another day another aggravation

So here I am at work. Got here later than planned. Couldn't get started this morning. Damn cat woke me up then preceded to knock on the door for half an hour. Found out this morning that S forgot to feed her damn cat and so he was trying to get food from me. I fed him on my way out, that is probably why he keeps bugging me. I should kill S but she is not at fault. Everyone in the damn house takes care of her responsibilities. Thank goodness I don't stay at C's place on work nights too often. I would have to kill some of these people.

Monday, there is something wong with it

Sometimes I feel a little crazy: and first kiss

Like a crazy person. My mind is filled with shit. I love c so badly that it is painful sometimes. In my life I have never experienced true jealousy about some guy. I am not used to it. I am jealous of everything that takes time away from me. Maybe that is why I ignored that little voice, "check the clock" I got to keep him a few mins longer, but that meant he was in a hurry to get out to get to work. So I get no kiss. I feel like going after him, though that would be wrong. And look a little too needy.

Now when I say that I love C it is not one of those little piddley school girl bull-shit loves. I have loved him since the day I first saw him. This was oh say 10 years ago; the time 1994'ish (yeah I'm getting up there), the place hermitage, or some other stupid little competition, the fact, me and my good friend B walking to meet our section (band geeks we were), passing another group form a school near ours. There is this tall cute m/f with a 3ft pony tail on the top of his head swinging it like a helicopter. He is looking so damn cute just hanging with his friends, comfortable in his skin like no one at that age has a right to be. Though I knew I was and that I wanted him to be mine and I his. I wanted him to be my first. I turned to B and said "I'm going to have that... Don't quite know how yet but I will"

Where there is a will there is always a way. So it is just a few short hours later (the next day) I begin making inquiries around my acquaintances looking for someone that went to that school who could get me those digits. And as luck would have it a slut from my church (of all places) was his best friend. Just described the scene (ie. Helicopter head) and she was like hells yeah I know him well (jealousy number ONE) she left out the we are good nonsexual friends part but and me knowing that she was like the town tramp I was like FUCK I want nothing to do with her ex men. But she laughs, probably reading it off my face and is like he is like my lil brother. Relief. So I get his number and she gives mine to him. And as the age old high schooler thing to do three way call time. So we get the introduction and shit and P bales.

There we are high lvl strangers at this point, and we begin to talk. We have everything is common. ST, SciFi, Band, Competitive Swimming, Military bratthood, we spend so much time on the phone with one another that my parents put in a second line so they can have their phone back. I think the thing that really sent them over the edge is us watching TV together over the phone. Not talking just watching and then discussing it on the commercials and afterward. Movies on the tube that way too. Discussing how inaccurate this where with the comic or the book that preceded the movie or TV show. OK true geekdom and we knew it. And we loved each other for it. I could be myself, me the real me, the ST loving, novel reading, thespian who wanted nothing more that to go to music college and spend the rest of her life do ing stage in off Broadway (who wants all that pressure or Broadway) and something as artsy as I can fit in the rest of the time. Not to mention sexing the shit out of C as often as possible.

Let me tell you the conversation stayed suspiciously away from sex for the first months of phone chatting. Then is ashes me to his military ball, I am SO FUCKING HAPPY. I could have jumped off the highest building my friend. So the shopping begins, the ball isn't far away just a few weeks, I remember trying on like 100 dressed and going with the little too short peach after 5 lacy over satin thing. Turns out one of his favorite things in the world was lacy things. hehe ESP like a m/f.

OK so it was weird going to go to a ball with someone that you never met IRL, this was before internet dating for anyone I knew even existed, except slutty P. But she was the vast exception not the norm.

I can't remember him picking me up I just remember the HOLLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR. He had told me that he had had to cut it for ROTC of all things but it hadn't registered with my mental picture of him. He looked so GOOD. I was sorry I missed pulling that long hair, but his short, barely regulation shaggy was just too cute on that face. So I can't remember the drive there (his mom drove, and yes we where that young) or what we talked about at first but I remember the dancing.. For one thing he was like 6'2 already and I was like 5'6ish not yet growing on either account. My dress being shot kind had this habit or raising a little too fucking high when I put my arms around his neck, nothing showing thanks to luck and a guardian angle but enough to get some looks from the other boys.

At the time I was a DD cup and a tiny waist and a cute round ass that just made those skinny bitches gag. We looked SO good together. We were there with some friends of his and hung out over much dancing and punch. Now the one thing I truly remember about the night was the kiss. OK driving home (or rather being driven home, his mom is such a trooper) we are talking , you know the did you have a good time, you look so pretty shit, he was so complimenty I was spinning. Then he leans over and kisses me. My head is spinning the softest firmness to touch my lips ever (yet). We kissed for what seamed like forever (his mom pretended not to notice) Not my first kiss but my first real kiss with passion and emotion behind it, I wanted to let him take my clothes off and fuck the hell out of me right there. But we remembered where the fuck we where and disengaged. Damn near to my house at that point (where the fuck did all those miles go). So I was home he walked me to my door and kissed me again, long sweet, he touched my breast (PUSSY ON FIRE). He stopped himself and kissed me again and was gone. I went inside and told my mom I had a GREAT time and she just smiled and went off to bed.

I floated to my room and had some hard core masturbation time before he called me to say he was home, and we talked the night away. I was so happy that I went to school the next day energized from the dance on no sleep and didn't kill a single person. In short a good day.

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Tuesday without Monday feels like Monday

No matter if we goto work on Monday or Tuesday or not till Wednesday. It still feels like an old fashioned Monday to me.. Still don't want to be here, same shitty commute, same feelings of damn these people suck. Oh well better to have an extra day of sleep then to be here.

Redemption

Well the day started off a bit crapy, but it got better. I went back to bed and I was upset, C woke up and was all, "what's wrong". I said nothing go back to sleep. He was like you know I can't sleep if you are upset, so spit it out. So I told him what that I was upset and why. He was so sweet he apologized and got out of bed and made me lunch with desert. Brought me some entertainment and was all lovie and appreciating me all afternoon. I had to put him to bed so he wouldn't be dead on his feet at work. That's where he is now sleeping like a baby. He is sweet but I think just sometimes oblivious to some things, especially if he can not see my facial expressions. He sometimes thinks I am joking or kidding around when I am not. He more than makes up for them though with all his unexpected little things he does. Oh well all in all a good day so it is off to watch a little TV before I join him.

Later
-Kay

Shit for brains

Why are men so mean.

They are nice to you most of the time and treat you crappy the rest. I hate him for that. I hate him for making my doubt my choices. He comes in and is all hi baby, love you. Then he laughs at me cause I am half awake and the cat gets under the bed and scares the shit out of me. I asked him to do a simple fucking thing for me and all he did was laugh and say "its fine like that, I'm going to bed" fuck-it if it was fuckin fine I wouldn't have asked him to close the fuckin shade. So I had to get up and get fucking dressed so I can go to the open window and close the fucking shade that he passed by to get to the goddamn bed. fucker. Now my day is spoiled, it is 9 fuckin am and I am all pissy and shit and his ass was sleep by the fucking time I get back from the damn bathroom to tell him. I am not a bitch I am not going to wake up someone just to bitch at the but fuck-it I am on strike. I am not doing anything else all fuckin day see how he likes that shit. fuck him I don't give a flying fuck. Next man.

Strange thoughts and feelings

I had an immensely strange happening earlier today. I was in bed with C and he latched onto my nipple and I had the thought of "oh no". Now that is not the usually thought when my nipple is being tortured in an exquisite way. It struck me as odd and I was able to move through the odd sensation into some seriously great sex. It was one of those "Too Much" situations where my body began to cum an refused to stop. OK some people might say, "so what's the problem." well the problem is I am greatly satisfied by my man but no man can keep up with this ultra turned on nature that over takes my body at times. It is like some mysterious floodgate has been opened and can not be stopped by any means that I know of. Now C has been with me quite some time and he thinks that they are wonderful and will torment my body into great fits of pleasure and thoroughly enjoy it. He will even go so far as to keep me all revved up while he takes a 5 min breather and then he's back in the game given my pussy a fine working over.

The real problem with this is dehydration. After all that panting and sweating I am dehydrated and unable to move let alone go for a glass of water. Thankfully I am involved with a VERY evolved man who brings me what I need without request, which is sometimes impossible. He has even had to hold the glass for me if I have been rendered too jelly like to have enough muscle control to make it to my mouth.

Now another problem which is being faced a this time is vaginal dryness. After the first hour to 2 hours sometimes it can become a problem. So that even if lubrication is restored after a 3 hour session I may have some friction issues. So for all the ladies out there who may stumble upon there ramblings one extremely important product that is a must for the night stand is Burt's Bees Lip Balm. It soothes sore painful friction problems if the coochy like nothing else ever has. Just apply to your fingers and gently apply to affected areas. The soothing cooling sensation is wonderful. and the healing properties are great. No soreness the next day, or even in a few hours. Everything is in good working order and ready for another romp.

Well off to recuperate, I pulled a muscle during that last bit so I need some shut-eye.

Later
-Kay

SLOW

Oh my god this day is crawling by. I am so horny. I took off my panties at lunch time but it hasn't helped, man what a day to have worn jeans to the office. I may have to take a min in the bathroom and masterbate a bit. just to calm the fires.

Wonder amazement a little creepy but I will get used to it

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Morning thoughts

I awoke this morning at the usual 4:45 in the freakin morning to make the train up to work. I was naked, warm, and comfortable. I lay there and I can’t for the life of me remember what I dreamt last night. Which is unusual for me, I usually can remember then at least for most of the day till they start to get fuzzy. Well I just thought to myself that it was a little strange but some other people never remember what they dream, that’s so sad. Our dreams are like our minds playground with all the imagination freedom it needs to thrive in this uneventful world we currently occupy. Then these thoughts morph over into thoughts of my situation.

I work a job that does not appreciate me or pay me enough to be making a long ass commute twice a day. Also it is sapping my strength and energy. My man and I are so tired from work that last week we only go to have sex 3 times or so. Not a good number. We only get to spend time together on the weekends so we like to try to squeeze in as many sessions as possible into the F S S escapades. Being sexually active people it consumes a fare bit of your energies outside of work and hobbies, but it sure is a great way to spend the day and night.

Well that’s it for now.
Later
-Kay

I knew all those years at the movies would pay off YEAH!!!

Armed and Dangerous Congratulations! You scored 89%!

You made it out, alive and well supplied. You probably even kept most of your party alive too. You know what to look for, what to take, and when to just run. You even feel a strange inkling to go back. If you did, you'd probably do just fine.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=5349989821747660792 Go see how you stack up against the zombies

Well, when life throw you lemons, you hit some one in the head with them

So I am here as usual doing not too much. My work is under the impression that 5 years of school two bachelors degrees and common sense aren't worth jack. I am so tired of the Fish Faced Asshole treating me like one of his dysfunctional daughters. I may not be ancient by his "father time" standards but I am by no means baby freakin new year. For shit's sake if my boss, who is not him, didn't think I could do the job he wouldn't have hired me. He has one more time, even I have my limits of keeping my mouth shut, though they are depressingly high. Oh well this my be the second time that I will be yelling at some one at work.

The first time was a similar situation where some one thought they could run all over me just cause I am quiet and an agreeable person. Tough SHIT people, back the hell off the quiet people around you they are just waiting to boil over and take all you taking advantage mother-fuckers out.

Any way the commute is too long anyway so I am going to start looking for a new better paying job this weekend AND I am not coming in to work on Friday. I think I shall go get drunk with friends in the middle of the day, play some pool and pinch some asses, I get handzy when I am drunk. ;) Ya happy hour.

Well that made me feel a little better. There is a hell of a lot to this venting thing. Now I want to go get naked and have some one rub warm oil all over my body. Oh well have to save that for this weekend.

Wish me luck

Later
-KM