Aaaiieeeehhh
Oh, my pretties, I am feeling overwhelmed. Personally. Professionally. Pathetically. I have no idea why I have this daunting feeling that I'm forgetting something.
I have on one blue sock and one black one. #1Laura can confirm. On a positive note, #1Laura has officially moved from amazing friend to my boss, which is awesome. Awesome, I say.
I ate cookies for breakfast. I don't even like cookies. What the hell?
Last night, I told an ex-boyfriend, Kevin, that I would fly down to Dallas to see him within the next month. Huh? What? Why did I do that? He wanted to get married, and I freaked out, and then the whole "my Mom died" thing happened. I moved to D.C. and he moved to Dallas.
Kids, I don't even have time to get a haircut. Why did I commit to that?
There have been no photos on this blog in some time, for which I am truly sorry. I am. I'll work on that.
Eeeeeeeeh. I'm sorry for venting. I'd like to give you raucous tales of sex and lust and debauchery. Instead, I'm giving you a panic attack. No fun.
In the Comments section, you provide the sex, lust and debauchery. Also, I'm wicked behind on, well, just about everything. But I have some new Interweb playthings for you to check out--they'll be up on the blogroll shortly. A cool cat over at Animal Mind; my pal and yours, The CEO, otherwise known as Jefe; Emmie, who is fighting the nail biting bug, so send her some love ya'll; and the gregarious Steven Novak, who is also from Ohio, or at least lived there at some point.
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UPDATE
I also want ya'll to know that I'm wearing the world's longest turtle next sweater. It is a gray, horizontal stripey angora, so not only does it make me look a tad chubby, it's also itchy and the actual "turtle neck" is about 4 feet long.
Even my clothing is overwhelming me today.
I have on one blue sock and one black one. #1Laura can confirm. On a positive note, #1Laura has officially moved from amazing friend to my boss, which is awesome. Awesome, I say.
I ate cookies for breakfast. I don't even like cookies. What the hell?
Last night, I told an ex-boyfriend, Kevin, that I would fly down to Dallas to see him within the next month. Huh? What? Why did I do that? He wanted to get married, and I freaked out, and then the whole "my Mom died" thing happened. I moved to D.C. and he moved to Dallas.
Kids, I don't even have time to get a haircut. Why did I commit to that?
There have been no photos on this blog in some time, for which I am truly sorry. I am. I'll work on that.
Eeeeeeeeh. I'm sorry for venting. I'd like to give you raucous tales of sex and lust and debauchery. Instead, I'm giving you a panic attack. No fun.
In the Comments section, you provide the sex, lust and debauchery. Also, I'm wicked behind on, well, just about everything. But I have some new Interweb playthings for you to check out--they'll be up on the blogroll shortly. A cool cat over at Animal Mind; my pal and yours, The CEO, otherwise known as Jefe; Emmie, who is fighting the nail biting bug, so send her some love ya'll; and the gregarious Steven Novak, who is also from Ohio, or at least lived there at some point.
*****
UPDATE
I also want ya'll to know that I'm wearing the world's longest turtle next sweater. It is a gray, horizontal stripey angora, so not only does it make me look a tad chubby, it's also itchy and the actual "turtle neck" is about 4 feet long.
Even my clothing is overwhelming me today.
posted by 123Valerie @ Tuesday, November 28, 2006
12 Comments:
At 2:15 PM ,
Anonymous said...
Nothing but love, V. Nothing but love. G
At 3:00 PM ,
mist1 said...
Halloween 2005: Mistakenly thought it would be cute to wear a huge pumpkin orange turtleneck sweater. Was so wrong. Not only was it 70 degrees, but wearing an orange turtleneck sweater on Halloween ages you about forty years.
Thank G*d I didn't pair it with green leggings.
At 3:30 PM ,
Anonymous said...
Overwhelming clothing? Like the time my ex-gfriend's Italian uncle gave me a used DOUBLE-BREASTED suit? Yeah.....
At 3:55 PM ,
123Valerie said...
Thank goodness you love me, G-Thang. Counting down the days till I see you kiddo!
So, what you're saying Mist is that orange turtlenecks and green leggings are not high fashion? I'll be damned. Someone's making a trip to Goodwill tonight.
Ohh. Double Boobies, Matty. Very nice. I've had very few positive experiences with gifts of clothing.
Unless edible panties count as clothing. Those were neat.
At 4:23 PM ,
Anonymous said...
So, I had a wild, passionate, erotic, debaucherous encounter lately. We met in a petite patesserie. I brought him back to my desk and cleared everything out of our path. I licked my lips and slowly pulled him towards my mouth. The bumps and grooves that engorged his surface were surprising, yet delightful. The tension rose in me as I swallowed. He was the best damn rocky road chocolate cookie I ever had.
At 4:30 PM ,
Anonymous said...
I wrote a sort of existential play today involving my favorite Goddess. I can remember each and every time we made long and passionate love. It was fantastic, and made me who I am today. There was this one time that was so intense, that when we were finished, I looked like a honey dipped donut, my face was so, let's call it glazed. She was satiated. We slept the sleep of the dead. With smiles on our faces. I'll never forget. Neither will she. Ah.........
At 4:30 PM ,
Anonymous said...
You must write from Dallas, I'll miss you terribly.
At 5:11 PM ,
123Valerie said...
AW, you had a cookie for breakfast, too? What are the odds? Sounds like your experience was much more satisfying than mine.
Speaking of satsifying, Jefe, I'm gonna start calling you Don Juan with all of the soft-core porn talk. Yum. Thank you for hitting it home.
You opened up the floor, so I'm just going to say it: I don't really like oral sex. I mean, I like to give it, but as far as the recieving end goes, it feels like a nice back rub--relaxing and enjoyable, certainly, but it's not quite enough.
At the risk of sounding icky, I much prefer penetration. It's just how God made me.
Everyone tells me that I just haven't had it the right way, but I beg to differ. I've known champions of both sexes over the years, but I just walk away saying, "Meh."
I feel better for having said that; I feel I have to voice the minority's opinon.
In any case, I won't be moving to Dallas, especially if he keeps up the wedding talk. Yikes. But, rest assured that you'll never be rid of me. NEVER! Mwwwaaa haaa haaaaaaaa!
At 5:11 PM ,
Kristin said...
Sorry, sweetie. No sex in my life at the moment, but I can definitely talk overwhelming clothing. Have I mentioned my decision to wear only boots until flip flop season? On my feet, I mean. I will be wearing other clothes elsewhere but I'm up to eight pairs of boots and counting.
At 6:47 PM ,
Anonymous said...
The goddess was my training, but, I do take notes.
At 6:50 PM ,
Anonymous said...
I told you I wore two different shoes to school the other week, right? I WISH it were only socks. Don't get down on yo-self until you meet me at this point of crazy.
I couldn't help but wonder (because I wonder about these sort of things), was the sweater from the Gap? The one that B. Spears was spotted wearing while ice skating after breaking it off with K. Fed?
I am such a loser.
At 10:57 PM ,
123Valerie said...
K, honey, I support your footwear decisions, although, no on said you HAVE to wear other garments. It has been unseasonably warm.
Jefe, I'm sure a man of your professional standing needs no training.
MJ--I just lurve you. I do. No, it's not a Gap sweater--it's one of those things I don't recall ever buying, so I'm not sure from whence it came. All I know is that it needs to get the hell away from me.
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