It Does Go Like This: Monogamously Hot

"Take me By the Tongue and I'll know you"..sings Adam Levine from Maroon 5..

I don't often strut, experience in the art of Swagger leaves no time to idly sit about and discuss details.  If you're wondering, those pictures really ARE me.. *muah*

Back to Swagger..

Tonight I am stretched on my red velvet couch.. Oh Baby.  John.  My older distinguished Ken.  What an amazing night.  Grateful girl I am. Get down on my knees and thank God.. wait.. he he

Tonight was (language, language, ahem) so memorable I am reduced to thinking in single syllables.  I swear the couch had a cigarette to come down from such frothy heights...

People.. monogamy has been the juiciest, dirtiest, most dubious, sinful, throbbing, sexually thrilling experience that just delves daily if I want it and for now .. I'm gathering my strength..*meow*

Forget high school shit and what you think you know about marriage.  Grow your own balls.  Best corporate tidbit I've put out for public debauchery.

THAT is Swagger.

As in the song Moves Like Jagger... Take me by the tongue and I'll know you...

John Hall ... 11 years and that damn tongue.. touche... I'm soooo glad I don't know everything.. and *purr*

This post is my life and my happiness and NOT to be viewed as an invitation to sully my sharing of it.  It's perfect for me, GET YOUR OWN and do what you want... (whole point of primitive detail).

I am still breathless.

pinch.

*giggle*

Eogtism: White Whale of a Tail

The Billionaire.... and his Wifeeeeee....

*#&&%#^   *blip*

Oh AL!

DAMMIT *blip*

I HAVE SCRUPLES YA KNOW! WHEN I LEAVE THE ARMY, IT WILL BE WITH A SECTION 8!

*blip*

Wait a minute..
I thought a Section 8 applicants were those who bought more time before they were evicted around here.  There I go thinking to be savvy knowing through familial brushes and employment how to get a deal should I be a destitute.  What?  Section 8 was crazy?  Did My VooDoo Dr. know that?

WHITE WHALE....
Age appropriate programming

for me

*blip*

OFF

Please please hurry foot.  I need to drive.
TV is educating me to realize..

my brain is about to implode ..

As You Were!

I have not written since I went Bohemian. Did I abandon clackers for the footwear embraced by a populace of toenails that need permits? NEVER.  Hell no, my shiny hardwoods were a lesson:  Wear shoes.  Foot blisters on the bottom. I know, insane. Calluses I understand and respect.. and dutifully get out that lava stone that should be a damned shiny diamond by freaking now.. (I know, gross NOT what nerds know pumice compressed is..)
Humm.
Changing gears.
I have a orthopedic ball and chain going on. I once thought my little feet were cute.  Thank you Nazi Podiatrist nurse.  I really do hate you because it felt like you ripped an unseen mustache off the sole of my foot.  Holy Crap! Does no one cry?  Thoughts go from pain to murderous easily when fear of the unknown and anxiety lead people to insinuate drama is my middle name.  Nope witch.  Where is Eminem or a good trashy Fuck You Go to person when you need em? (on each hand)

Yes, I could brap about many health issues while I polish my knife collection  Look out grumpy old men.  Hey.  Just when I haven't seen you (Nazi nurse) .. Walter Matttou bent over and the camera panned away to reveal you.
Enough~

Bohemian was where I had to opt out of traditional grooming methods of: DAILY and pretend style was not cried over piteously because substance was a major foot overhaul of genetically cute but defunct feet.  Right foot still bears surgery autograph. 

My first brush with stitches.
Compression bandages are made for tall people I assume.

Bring on the cheese.
and
whine.

Splitting Hairs

I must consult the Massive Book of Webster more often.  I see now I must close this blog immediately as I do not promote anything that can be sold or traded.  There are no rewards for visitors or proven tricks for stopping by.  Deeper research has lead me to the conclusion that getting all my proverbial eggs in one basket will never be free and I must own a grouping of letters to call my domain.  As if maintaining credit, paying bills, owning a home and maintaining work were not difficult enough.  Hello?  Can I interest you in something that is not real in the 'you can touch it' sense?  Well no way!  Uncovering how crucial to my future the maintenance of online study has become makes my skin crawl.

Adapting to motherhood. check.
Marriage. check
Admission I am adult. check
Facebook. check
Google. check
Twitter. processing

Still one soul not based on popularity. check