Inside her mind..
31 year old gal. Lives in Boulder, CO. Eats non-dairy powdered coffee creamer for fun. Surrounds herself with dogs, horses, friends, and one hot boy. (this is a temporary blogger template - stay tuned for major changes)Monday, June 24, 2002
Thank goodness I have girlfriends I can still go out with.. although I do feel a bit of an age gap between myself and them (Andrea is 35 and Sharon is 44), we share a common bond with the horses and of course, experiences with men. Actually Sharon has had only one man in her life, a married guy. She has a sweet soul, but right now in her life she is working at Kmart and living with her sisters. She has a lot of maturing to do.. and she lets us know that she is horny as hell. One of these days Andrea and I are going to the porn shop to buy her a dildo.
Andrea is engaged to be married to a sweet, rich man next year. She also has one of those rare souls that are good and kind.. she knows both Bob and me and she's been a wonderful support throughout everything going on. She was burned by her ex-husband and she tells me many stories of what a freak he was and how lucky I was to not have to go through that.
Being with them makes me feel good.. to have friends to chat and converse with.. to be myself. It makes me self-confident, happy about myself. They make me feel assured that people do love me and I'm not a horrible person.
Andrea made this deeeeelishous caesar salad dressing with lots of garlic.. I felt it last night after getting ready for bed.. when you eat so much you can still taste it after you brush your teeth and when you get up in the morning.. and this morning I had an upset stomach at work. I've been drinking lots and lots of water trying to flush it out of my system. It's working but I have to friggin pee every 10 minutes. Having to pee is a strange sensation.. when you get past the point of *gotta pee, gotta pee in my pants now* to *my clit feels like its going to explode*, when you finally do pee its almost like an orgasm its such a relief. Interesting, eh?
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