Is it late enough in the day to start drinking?
The sun is over the yardarm, ms. bug. Drink at will.
I've probably broken all the rules sex-wise. Which is, undoubtedly, why I'm now NGA. Payback's a bitch. Actually, I fall more along the ita line of dating. If you ping me, I'll go there. More often than not it's a one-fer. If he's local, maybe even a five- or six-fer. But I'm more comfortable with men who only know my body and not my mind. Mainly, because even the one's who stick around have never cared to know my mind, they think because they know my philosophy of sex that they know me. Nuh and uh. So, most times I do a preemptive strike, get what I want and get out. Haven't met anyone who's made me want to change my habits yet.
I tend towards the Steph area of the spectrum. I don't know that I could do the one-night stand thing. I have no moral objections to the notion, in abstract at least, but I overthink things.
This (along with other personality traits) also means that I find being in a relationship much easier than the notion of no-strings-attached sex.
In conclusion, there's a miniature blimp hovering over Melbourne. And Indian short-haired otters are cool.
And Indian short-haired otters are cool.
How do they differ from other otters?
It's too hot. 102 outside. 89 inside. I hope it doesn't go over 90 before I can start cooling it down in here in several hours. I have kitty stress because the poor boos are just sweltering.
How do they differ from other otters?
Larger family groups. They get cocky about it too. They'll face down a crocodile who intrudes on their turf. Otter Sopranos!
Oh, and next week on David Attenborough's Planet Earth: Caves! This is going to rock so seriously hard.
It's a good thing I'm the type that does one night stands. DH and I are are on year sixteen of a one night stand. I didn't know his last name until night number 2.
Owen and Olivia are not supposed to know this. If they find out, I'll be looking for you people.
If that's what it takes to meet you in person...
Dear Owen and Olivia,
Sometimes, when two people love each other very much they have a special way of showing it. But sometimes, people have just had a lot to drink, and well sometimes, they're floozies.
Love,
Auntie Cindy
Oh, and next week on David Attenborough's Planet Earth: Caves! This is going to rock so seriously hard.
Ooh! I have a friend who's a serious caver. I should tell him about this. (Altho, prolly already knows.)
Hahah! That's AWESOME, Cashmere!! Go you. And go DH.
I can have sex with anyone that's sexy and hasn't grossed me out yet.
Yeah, see, that's why I'm much more likely to make out with people I don't know--if I don't know them, I can take the few things I knwo about them and fill out the rest in my mind--assume that they're smart and cool and all that. If I know them, I know when they're not. :)
I am SO ANNOYED. I went to do laundry...put my stuff in the washers. OK, a little bit of a faux pas to use all three washers, but whatever. So all the dryers are empty. I go down to put my stuff in the dryers, and it's got a minute left...and this woman walks in, and puts stuff in TWO of the three dryers!! While my wash has one minute left to go!! AND THEN, she doesn't have enough cash for one of the dryers, so puts her stuff in, then runs out and comes back!! I was SOOOOO TEMPTED to throw her stuff out of the second dryer while she was gone (but there wasn't time). Damn!! Now I have two loads of laundry sitting there wet, not just for a few minutes, but for a whole dryer time!! She SAW there was only a minute left on my wash! GEEEEZ. GRRRRRRRRRRRR. (I need to get over this, but if I run into her when I go to put it in, I will be very tempted to punch her, so I need to vent)
