Piehole
July 19, 2000
The Goose Drank Wine.
- exchange this shirt for a black button front and you have exactly what I looked like today-
- the camera is the first thing on my list -
This morning I was expecting a replacement for my last position, so I could begin my new duties. When she walked in I was hopeful. Unfortunately, we ended up sending her nasal-voiced behind right back out the office. Can't wait to see the prime piece of temp that saunters through the door tomorrow.
I'm covered in ill-gotten scrapes, cuts, and bruises. As opposed to wellgotten wounds. I suppose there is such a thing, when certain things are done right they should always leave a mark. These came from a desk that's set to my husbands standards for height and keyboard/mouse placement. I have a huge scab on my left knee, which hasn't happen since I hit puberty. I had completely forgotten the feeling of my skin stretched as far as possible over the kneecap, not painful, just very aware. I don't want to even talk about my feet. Covered in stripes. Ever seen a picture of a young girl with her feet bound? There's a practice I'll never fully understand.
On one hand, I realize why small feet are considered attractive. Myself, I've been blessed with the 36B of feet. Ask any woman what size they wear and they'll say 71/2. No, a size five isn't what makes me cringe. It's the practice of binding the foot from infancy, creating the bizarre image of the grown woman with childlike feet. I can see how the crippling effect would make her more dependent on her mate, making her more desirable in that sense. I believe I'm just lucky because I live in a culture that finds average feet and a big round ass appealing.
"Sarah's words in this entry not only touched me because it made me feel as if this had been my cat, and I'd had to remove and grieve for two stillborn kittens. This is common of Sarah's entries, and one of the reasons I like her journal so much. Sarah writes casually, not making a big deal out of things, and is able to switch from seriousness to lightheartedness in the same sentence, about the same topic, and gives off a very positive 'vibe' in doing so. Reading Sarah's journal encourages me to have self-confidence and strength, to be as I am, to be unique, no matter what other people think; this is the image of herself that she portrays."
Thank you Jade, you're not too bad yourself kiddo.Check out the rest of Reentry. How many times did you have to reread that until you stopped seeing "rearentry?" It took me three.
I haven't gotten used to the thong experience, day two. Continuing the PSA habit, kids, don't wear a thong and bend at the waist too often... let the knees take the bend. Good lord. Although now I can fully understand Pita's habit of backing up against people. Fully dressed, you can feel like you're being held while nude, pressed with your back against someone's chest. However, avoid cold surfaces as the behind is the most difficult area to reheat in a freezing office.
Tomorrow is Connor's sixth month birthday and we're throwing him a party. A party for an infant. I'm not sure we need to even pretend that it's for him anymore. It's an excuse to laugh at my cousin's filthy jokes and eat too much. I won't be updating that evening because I don't expect to be home at any sort of decent hour. If you're living right, neither should you. In fact, why are you even inside reading this right now?
31 Orgasms
No. 6
Once the sheets were back on the bed they were both sleeping, his chin buried in the crook of her neck, I cringed while my previously fuzzy vision cleared and I wrote a note in eyeliner to keep them from worrying. Then I got my ass out the door and walked to my car.
While driving home I had a shock when I realized that Fatty Arbuckle once killed a girl in the same fashion. I kissed my palm and pressed it against the Virgin of Guadelupe air-freshener hanging from my rearview and pulled onto the highway, twice blessed in one evening.
Green Tambourine.
When I see my words in print on other sites, it's always slightly jarring. Even though I know I have readers, I still feel like my entries are seen on by me.
Taste;
Dr Pepper and Camel Ultra Lights..
Ash off of a forehead.
Smell;
All three litter boxes had overspilled. Luckily, this was the day that Adam was also supposed to clean the kitchen. What's inevitable about today then? Strangers in my apartment to service for pests. I wouldn't be surprised if we were reported to the landlord for abuse of his property. The apartment was just nasty when I got home. Stank.