Nope. Oregon.::pencils in Move to Oregon::
It's like kismet...
'Shindig'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Nope. Oregon.::pencils in Move to Oregon::
It's like kismet...
Billytea, did you see my Galapagos pictures? There were some I took thinking of you, like the frigate bird with his pouch fully extended [link] or the female marine iguanas digging nests for their eggs in the sand [link] or the penguins [link]
Those are excellent. I'd like to get there one day. (Along with most of the rest of the world, so we'll see how it works out.)
I had my objective-setting thing today. The manager kept talking about what I need to do to become a senior consultant. And I"m trying to keep a straight face throughout, but I keep thinking "That's Señor Consultant to you!" Or simply "Are you very, very drunk?"
Oh! But I did get put into my objectives that I have to attend seminars and otherwise do good things for my knowledge base, and we talked a bit about this seminar in Sydney I'm attending next week. Wait till he finds out the next one I'm suggesting is in LA.
So nice of you, David!
I am actually Seeing Someone right now. It's so...weird. I haven't actually seen him since Monday, since I am a giant snotmonster this week. I hope to see him, among other things, this weekend, as he leaves for three weeks on the 27th, and I'd like to...well, see him.
So bizarre -- Teppy and I have Love Weasels at the same time. The world must be ending.
So bizarre -- Teppy and I have Love Weasels at the same time. The world must be ending.
The Four Love Weasels of the Apocalypse has such a ring to it.
I am actually Seeing Someone right now.You should really back off of the JZ bro then... (I am so transparent.)
All snark aside, is this the Five Date Boy? Cause he sounds like a good Love Weasel.
5 dates, + 2 come-by-the-house and have soup and convo.
Plus, I offered to help copy edit his book. He got more than he bargained for, and sweetly offered backrubs and/or sexual favors in return. Right now, I'm thinking backrub. Cause, yo, sexual favors, I'm thinking I'd be gettin' ANYWAY.
Cass, you greedy slut! Just becasue I'm in MO, and Love Weaseled doesn't mean....ah, hell, go for it. I shall not stand in the way. *sniff*
Cass, you greedy slut!::flounces:: Damn right.
Your Love Weasel sounds delightful. And good call on the backrubs for edits, because I am guessing that you can wheedle all the sexual favors you wish already.
I am having fun! )I woulda had more fun this week, except I was double whammied by the Cold O' Doom, and Aunt Flo. Goddammit.
And I don't have to wheedle. I just smile, bat my eyes, and say "Am I being too bold?"
I just smile, bat my eyes, and say "Am I being too bold?":: takes notes ::
Basically, I just try to have a good time. I mean, be light and silly and sexy and honest, and open. I am having so much more of a good time, in bed and out, in my 30's because I am trying to please myself as well as the guy I'm with.
And I'm not so worried with how I look naked. I mean, I've finally come to the shocking realization that guys like naked girls. And if a guy has come to my bed, he likes me naked. And guys like naked girls who like to be naked.
So I'm all "I'm naked! And happy! And not perfect, but who cares, cause while my ass has some dimples, it FEELS fucking great!"
So I focus on the things I like, like my boobs, and my back and my tats and skin and eyes. And I am silly about my little pot, and giggle about it...and NO GUY CARES.
Why did this take me so long to figure out?!