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subtee -> RE: Just One of My Latest Experiences (1/23/2008 11:51:57 AM)
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One of my latest experiences too. Enjoy!!!!!!
Today I woke up and slapped on the lights and radio. My nipples were achingly hard but I was pouty because it was Monday and cold. Lifted weights, working up a gently sheen all over my body and then I went to the kitchen and got out pineapple and power bars for the UMs. Oh yes, and the grape juice and the vitamins. I felt languid as we read the paper and chatted and then all three of us went our separate ways to get ready for school/work. I got to work and found my email still wasn’t working. Oh the passion and anger that built inside me. I unleashed some mofo whoop ass on the computer dork who flirts but doesn’t fix. But then he did. Fix it. Five hundred-thirty seven emails later my round, innocent ass was sooooo sore. Rubbing it softly, I then slipped into my coat, wrapped and buttoned it around my ample breasts and ran to the bank to get out for a while. Feeling petulant I noticed it was still cold and snowing again. Sigh. I mostly edited in the afternoon, my legs crossing and uncrossing under my desk, my fingers flying over the keyboard—almost as if my body had a will of its own. Gud lard sum fokes cain’t wryte. Ah well, job security, is what I thought, sort of chuckling gently to myself. I picked up the UMs after work and we headed to Sam’s. We filled that cart, higher, higher and harder until I thought it might burst with everything inside it! We spent almost $500 and I raked my fingers through my long, brown hair as I handed over my debit card. Trembling with the cold, we finally got everything loaded and then unloaded and I warmed my body back at home. I changed into “something more comfortable,” slipping off the workday heels and then stripping the clothes from my body, simultaneously removing the cares of the day. I curled my legs up under myself and took up the crossword puzzle. With a contented sigh I settled into the words and the clues, biting my full, damp lips and then putting pen to paper when I knew I had the correct answer. As anyone can imagine, by this time my mind and entire body were weary from all the activities I had engaged in. Rubbing my small hands first up and down my arms and then over my tired thighs; I stretched like a feline and, having beaten the crossword, glided to bed.
I wonder what tomorrow’s errands will be?
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