I'm cold. I need a blankie. Or a warm body to snuggle on. Mmmmhmmmm......a warm body... What is it about drinking wine that makes me crave the feel of skin on skin....? The Other Half calls it "Blondage Viagra". Heh. Clever boy.
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Speaking of craving... A little birdy told me that someone I think is totally hot has a mad crush on me. Mmmmmmm... I heart tall.
Speaking of craving... A little birdy told me that someone I think is totally hot has a mad crush on me. Mmmmmmm... I heart tall.
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Haven't mentioned this lately, but the gorgeous next-door neighbors have launched a full frontal assault upon me. It's gone from subtle-come-hithering to near cave-man-bonk-me-on-the-head-and-drag-me-off-by-the-hair-esque. I think I should change their nicknames here from The Wee General and the Marquis de Sade to "Bait (TWG) and Switch (MdS, 'cause I seriously think he is a switch in BDSM terms)". I crack myself up.
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We watched the Simpsons movie tonight. If hub doesn't stop singing "Spider Pig", I may have to bonk HIM on the head. :)
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.....conversation from last week...
Blondage's hot girlfriend: *laughing* I am such a slut!
Blondage: No, you are NOT a slut. You're 'sexually liberated'.
Blondage's hot girlfriend: Yeah, liberated in my ASS!
wheeeeeeeeeeee!
I gotta go pounce now. *hiccup* xoxoxoxox
