Sunday, September 19, 2004
Nothing much happened today. Went out to the barn with dad to help him unload some more building supplies, and came back with a shit load of dirt on me. I could feel it in my hair, and I wasn't even using my hands. I had dirt in my mouth, on my tongue, between my teeth, in my ears and up my nose.
Thank God I didn't wear my contacts today.
Got attacked by one of the roosters. He jumped at me and tried to claw my leg through my jeans and peck me. So I kicked it across the chicken coop yard. It did not come near me after that.
Came back and went with the family to a church lunch/dinner deal at the fairgrounds. It was a hog roast, and even though pork is one of my least favorite kind of meat (right under bird/poultry) I still ate a little. I've been craving pie for most of the month, but I haven't had a chance to run by Perkins to get any.
Pie, that is.
And speaking of being nasty, I realized just how kinky I am today. And Amanda did not help. I had hoped to keep that part of me secret, but I obviously failed at that. It seems to chase others away, along with me not exactly fitting into that submissive/dominant deal. Anyone who -knows- me knows I'm in between, and I only take one side or the other if the situation calls for it. Also been teased for never making the first move, and that lack of... courage?... is probably going to keep me from things.
No, we aren't going to find out -exactly- how kinky I am. The people who read this blog on a regular basis already know I'm a friggin' pervert, with a near insatiable sex drive. But fortunately, I manage to keep that part under control.
You'd be surprised how hard that can get, sometimes.
Jaey is going to kill me when she manages to catch up with this thing. Wait.... does she read this one? Or the other one? I think it's this one, I haven't updated the other one in God-knows-when.
But with my luck, it's probably the other one. I wonder how the pregnancy is coming along... And no, Jaey, you cannot name the baby Elizabeth. You have horrible luck, and it'll probably turn out gay.
She's going to shoot me for saying that. But she should invite me to her wedding/baby shower party. Not that the chance of me being able to attend is very high, but it'd still be nice to get an invitation, verbal or otherwise.
Thank God I didn't wear my contacts today.
Got attacked by one of the roosters. He jumped at me and tried to claw my leg through my jeans and peck me. So I kicked it across the chicken coop yard. It did not come near me after that.
Came back and went with the family to a church lunch/dinner deal at the fairgrounds. It was a hog roast, and even though pork is one of my least favorite kind of meat (right under bird/poultry) I still ate a little. I've been craving pie for most of the month, but I haven't had a chance to run by Perkins to get any.
Pie, that is.
And speaking of being nasty, I realized just how kinky I am today. And Amanda did not help. I had hoped to keep that part of me secret, but I obviously failed at that. It seems to chase others away, along with me not exactly fitting into that submissive/dominant deal. Anyone who -knows- me knows I'm in between, and I only take one side or the other if the situation calls for it. Also been teased for never making the first move, and that lack of... courage?... is probably going to keep me from things.
No, we aren't going to find out -exactly- how kinky I am. The people who read this blog on a regular basis already know I'm a friggin' pervert, with a near insatiable sex drive. But fortunately, I manage to keep that part under control.
You'd be surprised how hard that can get, sometimes.
Jaey is going to kill me when she manages to catch up with this thing. Wait.... does she read this one? Or the other one? I think it's this one, I haven't updated the other one in God-knows-when.
But with my luck, it's probably the other one. I wonder how the pregnancy is coming along... And no, Jaey, you cannot name the baby Elizabeth. You have horrible luck, and it'll probably turn out gay.
She's going to shoot me for saying that. But she should invite me to her wedding/baby shower party. Not that the chance of me being able to attend is very high, but it'd still be nice to get an invitation, verbal or otherwise.
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