Saturday, January 21, 2012

10 more things you should know about your girl.

1. How I look is important to me because I don't want you embarrassed to say we're together. I honestly don't understand why this isn't something you think about. Those sweats that you have had since college, that's not appropriate attire to be wearing to Thanksgiving dinner with my family.

2. I own a Debbie Gibson CD, and I'm not afraid to use it. Or it's a Spice Girls CD, or Ten Thousand Maniacs CD, whatever is going to make your skin crawl and your ears bleed. I will use it whenever I need to.  I know you use your horrible music tastes against me, so why should you be surprised that I am using mine against you??

3. When I compare my flabby tummy to a kangaroo pouch, say nothing. If you do fuck up and say something, read #14, use #13 -- and be thankful of #11.

4. I can be sufficiently impressed by picnics by the lake, wings and beer on your couch watching your favorite sport, BUT occasionally a girl likes a reason to get dressed in fancy schmancy clothes and go to an upscale restaurant. Makes me feel special that you wanna show me off, that you think I am worth the bank it takes to do all that.

5. You look hot in hooded clothing items. Need I say more?

6. You should never tell me what to do, unless I am in the mood to be bossed around. But typically I will tell you that I want you to tell me what to do. Yes, that seems like I am the one telling you what to do, but really it's not.

7. My tits don't want ignored. Neither does the back of my neck, the backs of my arms, the insides of my thighs, my hips or my ribs. Jus' sayin'.

8. If you ask me out directly, I will say yes. When you show me that you are a strong male specimen I will respond to that. Survival of the Fittest and all that jazz. I am programmed to want the strongest... don't be intimidated by me, that shows me that you are prey, not predator.

9. I'm touched when you ask me my opinion. I am impressed when you take my opinion and run with it. If you ask for advice and follow it, it means you value what I think and I like that.

10. I'm unimpressed with a man who doesn't take the lead, this goes back to #8. Strong men turn me on. If you can pull it... pull it. And I will follow. I like an alpha male. I fancy myself an alpha female. I'm not going to step down my status to accommodate your beta status, so step up and be a damn alpha or I am moving on.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

My mama

Dec 9, 2007

Things she’s said....

Current mood:loved

"The only person you can count on is yourself."

"You can do anything you put your mind to! You could be the first woman President!"

"When they are small, they walk on your feet; when they get big, they walk on your heart."

"You have a heart as big as all outdoors!"

"The only man for a job is a WOman!!"

"Watch me! Just cause you said I can't... I will!"

"All men are slime, some are just slimier than others."

"You are beautiful."

"I believe in you."

"I do not say these things because I am your mom and I have to!!!"

"I am proud of you."

"No matter how old you get, you will always be my baby!"

"I love you."

"I might not agree with it, but I will fight tooth and nail for your right to do it."

"Stand up for what you believe in, because no one else is going to do it for you."

Growing up, she was the glue, she was our strength. My first memories, she was fixing a "boo-boo" with a baby on her hip. Triumphed over hell at a very young age to make it that far. Married her high school sweetheart, and lived in love... through the good times and as much of the bad that she could handle. Our's was everyone's home. She raised two from her own womb, plus three from her sister's and countless others who drifted into her heart. Babies to teenagers, she helped potty train, fed them when they were hungry, and offered the motherly advice they couldn't get from thier own homes. She never forgot a single one. Thier names etched on her heart forever. Her own friends knew they always had a home with her, along with a hot meal. Many times relationships went bad and she was there with a warm heart and a healthy meal to mend the aches, and help them through "that bastard's ways". Eventually, she chose a career and neever let it take a front seat to her family. She taught us how to make a lot out of a little, as her mother taught her. Showed us that being rich in love was greater than any amount of money. My sister and I learned how to be wives, mothers and women from her. Knew when to fight for love and when to walk away from a battle lost, all from her example. Grew into mothers that understand how to be supportive yet stern under her influence.

Mom, you aren't a perfect person, never have been... But you've always been the perfect mom for me. We've made mistakes, let things fester, let things get out of proportion, let us drift apart.... amongst a myrad of other things. But thank you, for loving me, for believing in me, for giving me my "heart as big as all outdoors." I could never put into words what you mean to me. I miss you! I can not wait until spring when you can come home and I can see you again!!

*Comments on this blog have been disabled. 'Cuz I don't give a fuck what anyone has to say about it. This is an open letter to my hero, the beautiful woman who gave me life. This is your glimpse into who she is, and how blessed this world is to have her.*

I love you mom!!!

(Now quit crying!)

This blog was written a few years ago, before my mom got really sick. She passed away on Oct. 1, 2011. Those of you who have been with me since the start, know that my mom is where I get my twisted perverted sense of humor. She was amazing. <3 You can leave comments here... Comments on the original blog were disabled. 


7:14 PM

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

A lil about The Slut

Fuck it, I found one of these old survey things... figured it would let you know a lil more about me... if ya wanna know....

ABC About You Questions

A - AGE: Old enough to know better too young to care

B - BIRTHDAY: on the anniversary of the day I was born... every year

C - CRUSHING ON: Maybe it's you.

D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: sweet iced tea

E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: Ass. I hate that I have to say that, but he isn't about buttering me up to make me feel better, he gives it straight like it or not.

F - FAVORITE SONG: at this second? Shit, there's a list a mile long. I love my music.


H - HOMETOWN: That one in Ohio where I was born.

I - IN LOVE With: music

K - KILLED SOMEONE: I am sure that emotionally I have destroyed a few

L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: to Oklahoma


N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: blood? one. Step? 7

O - ONE WISH: to have the one thing I want


R - REASON TO SMILE: I know, no matter what, I *will* land on my feet because I have the best friends... Sissy B, Nan, Jennybae, Missie, Ass, Summer, Sully, My Sickness.... I can keep going if that's not enough....


T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: round 2:30 this afternoon

U - UNDERWEAR COLOR: Hot pink boy shorts
V - VEGETABLE: broccoli (:
W - WORST HABIT: being a snarky bitch
X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD: one... I think... when I fuck shit up, I do it serious like MRIs and CT Scans
Spell your name without vowels: Slt 
What color do you wear most?: black (:
Least favorite color?: neon green
What are you listening to?: my "Wet" playlist on Spotify
Are you outgoing?: very
Favorite pair of shoes?: my brown sequin sandals or my fuck me boots
Can you dance?: depends... am I keeping my clothes on?
Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth?: I used to be able to double tie one.
Can you whistle?: nope
Cross your eyes?: yes
Walk with your toes curled?: yup 

Wiggle your ears? yup

Flare your nostrils? yup

Do you believe there is life on other planets?: yes
Do you believe in miracles?: no
Do you believe in magic?: yes
Love at first sight?: nope
Do you believe in Santa?: yup
Do you like roller coasters?: Yeeeeeeaaaaaaaayyyyaaaaaaaahhhh!!
Have you ever been on a plane?: yes 
Have you ever asked someone out?: yeah... but no one takes me serious.
Have you ever been asked out by someone?: yup
Have you ever been to the ocean?: Atlantic only
What is the temperature outside?: cold 
What radio station do you listen to?: 92.5, when I listen to the radio
What was the last thing you bought?: smokes
What was the last thing on TV you watched?: How I Met Your Mother... latest new episode. Had it DVR'd
Who was the last person you took a picture of?: Buh and Lil Bit
Ever really cried your heart out?: yeah l:
Ever cried yourself to sleep?: mhmmm..
Ever cried on your friend's shoulder?: a few .
Ever cried over the opposite sex?: yeaah .
Do you cry when you get an injury?: sometimes, but not usually .
Do songs make you cry?: mhmm l:
Are you a happy person?: mostly

What is your current hair color?: Chestnut brown
What are you wearing: Boxers that say "I use big words" and a Hurley T
Rings?: A cheap-o I bought a million years ago, my mother's wedding ring, a ring Blondie gave me when she proposed (LOL) 
Necklaces?: nope
Bracelets?: nope
Favorite eye color?: dont have onee :3
Short or long hair?: mines short
Height?: 5'4

Weight?: I could lose 15-30 depending on how small I wanna go


Been to jail: no .

Mooned someone: lol What do YOU think??
Laughed so hard you cried: yeah, this weekend
Wanted to be a model: I used to, but what little girl doesn't?
Done something stupid you laughed at?: yeah 
Been on drugs: lol
Gone skinny dipping?: I'll never tell
Pepsi or Coke: pepsi
Single or Group Dates: single (:
Chocolate or Vanilla: vanilla
Strawberries or Blueberries?: Strawberries
Meat or Veggies: both (:
TV or Movie: movie
Guitar or Drums: both
Adidas or Nike: Adidas
Chinese or Mexican: mexican
Cheerios or Corn Flakes: Corn flakes 
Name one random thing about yourself: I am never who you think I am, and I am always more or less than what you expect.         

Lillith Be Proud

Arms around me. Listening to me breathe. Praying for the next moan to caress your ear. Lift me up, press my body against you. Feel me tremble from being held so tight. Tell me what you want from me, you will have it. Fill the hollows of my body with your kisses. Take bites of the swells that create my curves. Whisper dark nothings into my soul, promise me broken vows. It's all lies, all of it, except my body writhing under your touch. The only truth is the whett you've created, the sweet death of my virtue. The feeling of 'Home' as you slide into me is a dishonesty, and we both know it. But let's ignore the fact that passion needs not any other emotion other than wantoness. Fill me, make me scream for mercy as you contort my physical being into positions it's never dreamed of. I will cry tears of blood, begging you to let me go, let me crash against the depths of nothingness and come back to life. Drink from me, let me be your eternity of hatred. Hate me and need me all at once. I will feel this way about you. I will hate the lie you have become, yet need the control you have over me. I will run rampant, Lillith be proud. I will cum for you, I will bleed for you. Let your hands move through the slick mess I have upon my skin. Know my flaws and punish me for them. Throw me down, take from me everything I have. Let me be your paramour of evil, your mistress of pain. This is what I deserve. I do not deserve roses and wine, I deserve the heaviness of the chain I have upon my throat, the sting of your slap on the thicker parts of me. Leave your mark, as they all have. Welt my skin. Scar my soul. And as I lay here covered in your sweat and my tears and our cum, I will laugh. Blood still in my mouth, I can taste you. I will know you. I will own you as you own me. Because I will be the one who lets your monster out, and relish it. I will coax the truth of you out, while showing you the brokeness in me. Every time we touch, it will be a small death. Every time you are inside me, demanding I give more than I own, it will be an exquisite torture. Sex is so primal, so basic, and I have to make it more, always more. Come to me, never leave my silken embrace. Cum for me, always giving me more.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Not my normal blog

This isn't going to be my normal thing. This one is not only going to be a bit more real, it's going to be a bit more honest, a bit more heartfelt, a bit scarier for me. You will see a side of me you may not have seen, may not even know exists. We all know I have a son. Buh is, for the most part, amazingface as they come. He's 15 now, he's 6 feet of lean muscle, he's blonde and blue eyed and funny and witty and a dick. And he's that dick that has game oozing from him, it comes natural. He's charismatic and likable. What more could I want in a son?? When he was young, I would tell Douchebag that I wanted him to know the game, he was going to be more pimp than any guy or girl I had ever known. I think I have succeeded in that. He's seen me, his dad, Douchebag, his uncles, all pull cons and run game like we breathe. Yeah, hate me for teaching him to be street smart I don't give a fuck. I never wanted him to let a bitch pull some shady shit on him. It happened anyways. He was destroyed. But in true playa fashion, he turned it, he used it, and he played the "I've been through hell with other girls, so I can't let you love me" game. I was impressed.

This did backfire on me. He runs cons and uses his looks and game on everyone. Very few don't fall for his charms. He started in school... first grade. He was obviously bored with school. He would read Harry Potter books, and work algebra problems between his regular homework. This is the 'treat' I would have to give him to get him to do his shit. Eventually, that lost it's shine. And he gave up. He stopped paying attention, he stopped caring, he knew he could give a wicked smile and gaze with those soulful blue eyes and every.single.teacher would let him slide. The female teachers would fall like dominoes faster than you could say "We'll let him slide with a D average" Male teachers saw in him the son they always dreamed of and would pat him on the head and tell him to "try harder next time." His dad moved 500 miles away when his marriage fell apart, and Buh took it hard. Started doing worse in school. I didn't think it was possible... but it happened.

Not to brag anymore than I already have.. but I will say that if Douchebag taught him anything, it was football. Before he was ten years old he could throw a perfect spiral for 50 yards without even trying. He could put it in your hands while he was running through the back field at a glance. HERE IT IS! We thought we'd found the way to bring him back to life. He was fire when he had that ball in his hands. He was going to be starting QB for the Eagles. That was what he wanted, so badly he could taste it. He was training himself. Push ups every lap, pull ups on every door frame he could grip. We lived on an acre of land and he would jog then sprint then walk then sprint then walk in laps for an hour.

We told him, in order to have an NFL career, you have to get through High School. Scouts start watching you in High School if you are good enough. He nodded. He understood. He kept it up. He lit up about football. Sundays in our home was screaming at the TV, yelling about this play or that. I got into it as much as I could... but let's be real... football isn't my religion. It was theirs. Douchebag would beam with pride when dinner was brought to them in front of the TV and Buh would smile thank me then tell me to move. They would talk about how he preferred this team but would take that team or the other team. One Sunday, after report cards, they were talking about it and I mentioned that if he didn't bring his grades up, he wouldn't be able to get on the school teams. And DONE.

He no longer cared about football. If he had to use his brain at all he wasn't interested. Which PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF. He's so smart. He's scary sometimes. But if he had to put effort into his studies, he didn't care at all. Over the years, I have tried grounding him, I have tried bribing him, I have tried every trick in the book. Nothing works. NOTHING.

When Douchebag left, he got worse. He failed the 7th grade. And in his repeating it, almost failed again. He's well on his way to failing the 8th grade. I have even changed the schools he attends thinking that would help. I let him move in with my best friend, because her son (his best friend) went to a school that he wanted to go to... Instead of making him return to the school he started out in. It hasn't even remotely helped. He's gotten into more trouble in this school than he did in his old school.

I am at my wit's end. I have asked friends what they suggest, they all say to do things that I've already tried. I've asked my dad to step in and help, it does nothing. I have gone so far as to ask different guy friends to give him the "come to Jesus" talk in the back yard (only half jokingly lol.) Buh has no fear, and sadly his respect is slipping too. The rate he is going, he is going to be no better than I. A high school drop out with no future. I haven't given up, I won't give up... he's my everything. But I feel like I am at a stalemate with this.

He said to me last night "Why bother even trying when I am just going to fail anyways. If I set out to fail, and I do, I have succeeded in something." He says he doesn't understand the things they are trying to teach him, but I know he is lying. I know it's just that he doesn't want to. He doesn't care. I don't know how to make him care.

No one wants to see their child fail. But I don't know how to push him to want to do better. Thanks for listening. I just needed to get it out. Hopefully I can shake this funk and we can get back to our regularly scheduled programs.


Monday, January 9, 2012

Sad day

For some reason this was reported and removed. But it is my favorite graphic that Mon Coeur has created for me, in my own words.... so I will put it here to immortalize it.... and so I can enjoy it whenever I want....

Trust. It is truth. :)


Friday, January 6, 2012

Shit you should know about your girl.

1. Saying "I love you" immediately before, during, or following sex doesn't count. I might not hold it against you, but you won't get points for it. I mean, right then... Of course you love me... Shit...*I* love me when I am touchin it too!! You will get points if instead of saying you love me, you say you love being inside me, fucking me, the way I move/moan/buck/scream or any other little nasty thing I do that drives you crazy. The only time this is acceptable is after we've been a couple for quite some time, and those words are a part of our couples' vocabulary.

2. Real men can drive standard. They also don't get shitty about me knowing or not knowing how to drive one. If I don't know, a real man isn't a douche about teaching me either... IF I want to learn, but I probably won't, because it's sexy as fuck to watch you shift like you were born to be a racecar driver.

3. I will leave if you lie. It's like your mama told you growing up, you'd have gotten into less trouble if you woulda just been honest from jump... We might be able to work through something if it's just some dumb shit. But I have had too many bustas in my past treat me like I am a bubble head bimbo, like I am too stupid to catch the truth when it's standing in front of me. Because trust... I *CAN* tell when your ass is hiding something.

4. You are cute in raglan-sleeved T-shirts (two-toned baseball undershirts) and a plain white T and jeans. You are also adorable when you first wake up and you are shuffling around in a beater and big basketball shorts. Just makes us want to toss you back in bed and rumple the sheets... even if we just made the bed.

5.  I love it when you come up from behind and put your arms around me. This goes double if you say something sweet to me, moan or sigh against my neck. The points for this action skyrocket if I am cooking your dinner, or washing the dishes. It's a little tiny thing that shows me you appreciate that I am there, doing what needs to be done.

6.  Most of the time when I fantasize, it's about you. Yes, sometimes it's Ryan Reynolds or Bradly Cooper... But 90% of the time, it's me and you, somewhere else... doing something new and different. Or reliving my favorite night of unbridled passion. Maybe it was our first time, or our last time, or that one time you did every little thing I asked you to... Or that one night that you snuck in and you took it.. the way I like.

7. I have more respect for you if you can tell me that you don't like my outfit in a way that still makes me feel good about myself. Yes, this top might make my complection look sallow and horrible, but instead of saying "OH GOD! You look horrible!!" if you say; "You have such a nice rack, and this shirt just doesn't do them justice." I am more likely to blush and go change into a more fitting top than throw a lamp at your head.

8. It makes me want you more whenever I get a text/ email/ phone call/ message from you. It means you were thinking about me. This is bonus points galore. I want you to think about me all hours of any day. To know you are thinking about me, when I am thinking about you.... serious turn on.

9. I'm terrified of becoming my mother, even though I admire her. Not that there is anything wrong with my mother, I just don't want to make her mistakes to be as amazing as she is. I just want to be as amazing as she is. I know I will make my own mistakes.

10. I'm scared of losing my independence. I want to be with you, not belong to you. I want you to be a part of my life, not my whole life. I have the same fears you do when it comes to this. I still want to go shopping with my female friends. I want to know that if you leave, I will survive.

11.  I'm more forgiving of you than I really should be. That time you mumbled under your breath because we had to go to dinner with my parents, instead of you doing poker night with your boys?? Yeah. I shut up. I let that slide, but it hurt me that you didn't want to get to know my folks better. The mountain of dirty socks beside the bed? Yeah, I asked you nine hundred and six times to pick them up because I am just as tired as you are after work. But I let it go.... like I let soo much of your dumb shit go.

12. Only rock stars are allowed to wear leather pants. Headbanging in your car does NOT make you a rock star. Jus' Sayin'.

13. Oral sex is your get-out-of-the-doghouse-free card. Shopping sprees, lunch with my mother, and body rubs- that DON'T end with you grunting and sweating- also work.

14. You did something bad. I seem cool with it. I'm not. (See directly above.) Add to it an apology and the heartfelt sentiment that you will never do it again, and I will forgive you, because of #11.

15. If I slept over, you owe me breakfast. If I so please, I might cook it... but it's cuter to watch you do it. So make sure you have what you need for a nice breakfast, this is not a bowl of Captain Crunch and four day out of date milk. And for a back up, you should have enough money to take me out to breakfast if that's what I choose.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Went a little dark on this one. :)

This is the kind of mood I am in tonight.
Dark and different
Hopeless and neurotic
Ascension gridlocked against reality
Vacant, save maelstrom.
Navigant mecum est in obscuri

My soiled soul
writhing against sanguine expectations,
screaming the whispers of agony.
Desolate and bare
Hungry and dissent.
Is est quam Angelus moritur

Pride and pain.
Lust and gain.
Is est quam amorem meum ostendam
Is est quam amorem meum ostendam

~Ramblings of a bored Slut.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

My delphic letter -- Yes, I am a bit cryptic.

Why am I so lame? I have some serious mad ass skill when I can stay detached. I have game so sick it's like a cancer patient with the flu. But the SECOND I put my game aside, I get fucked up. I end up liking someone, and I go from cool, confident, funny, together ME to this girly, backwards, half shy, diffident MESS. I absolutely ABHOR this about myself. I don't know what changes, I don't know what makes it different. I mean, I think I know... but I don't like that it's the most likely excuse for it.... I'm insecure.

I drop hints. I do things that if they were paying attention, they would see in big neon fucking letters "HEY!! I LIKE YOU!!! LIKE- I LIKE LIKE YOU!" I do this because then if he's not into me, like I am into him, he has the choice to look at it, realize it for what it is, and do with it what he wants. It's not me making the first move, but it's me making it (from the way I see it) abundantly OBVIOUS that I am open to the first move.

Like... there is a BIG FUCKING REASON I haven't been laid in 2 months. It's for gotdamn sure not because I *CAN'T* get laid. I've got one who's tryin for his first rodeo, another who would drive an hour if I let him. I also have a quite impressive following on my page where I am sure I could have pick of the litter -- men and women alike (and I have some pretty hawt fucking deviants.) And, well.... I could call you. We both know this is truth. I won't call you tho. Why? Well... I get all fuckin backwards n shit. I can joke like I would just be like "Yeah, fuck me til I am stumbling, slurring and stuttering." But I couldn't pull that off, even if that's what I am craving. Not to mention.... I don't want to get lost in the numbers. I am better than that. I deserve better than that...  But I haven't been laid, because I want you to see that I *AM* someone you could trust. And because right now, the thought of fuckin someone else isn't doin it for me.

Like... I am a damn good friend... I know I am. But I am not *that* good of a friend. I mean fer cereals... I offer to do A LOT for you... things that you should stop and think about... Really... would I seriously offer to do that for someone who was 'just my friend'???? Would you??? Didn't think so....

Like.... There were a total of 7 people who got personal messages from me at midnight on New Year's. All people who MEAN something to me. (No offense to those who didn't get one. lol. I can't type that fast, and I wanted them as close to or ON midnight as possible. So family got about half of them. Close friends and you, got the rest. Maybe it's just a girl thing that I thought this would say something. I mean, the GIRLS that I asked agreed. But it's just one more thing.

Smile, is this coming together yet?? If not Sweets, buy a clue. I am getting bitched at that I haven't said how I feel, that I haven't said I am interested. I have my reasons. Mostly that I am terrified about feeling ANYTHING. It was one thing when it was the boy. I'd known him almost my whole life, there was a level of being comfortable, a realization that it wasn't going to be any big deal, no matter what happened. And I think that was 98% conquest.

I want it to be clear, I didn't want to feel this way. I also have not.a.fucking.clue. what to do with it now that it's there. And it's been there... for a hot minute... since like well... before my mom passed. I just ignored it. Which after this blog, I think seems like the perfect idea. Go back to ignoring it... that way if you want to do something about it... bet. If not... I'm not an idiot. Also, for the record... I'm not looking to run away and get married. I'm not looking for a fairytale. I'm not even lookin for you to stand next to me and wash the dishes. I just want some of your time... I just want the possibility of maybe something someday.

It's easy to forget how lonely you are when you are always forcing yourself to laugh.


Sunday, January 1, 2012

Giggling in the New Year.

I hope you have/are practiced/ing safe drinking and serious fucking on this, the ushering in of the year 2012. I am doing neither, safely or otherwise. Don't fret. I have still had an amazing night... even with no one to kiss at midnight. I thought it would be a big thing... but it wasn't. Hell... I had to pop a headphone out of my ear to be able to wish everyone a Happy New Year.

My weekend has been pretty good... I spent it with Nan, and we always have a good time... ALWAYS. Ass stopped over and hung out with us for a few hours Friday night. I think we might have surprised him with how funny we are together. It was fun. Somehow it got brought up about him cleaning her house.... As that was being said I started bitching about him bringing a what?? Thhhaaaaaaat's right... a mah fuggin FROSTY! He says "I'll be right back, go ahead and hold your breath." I giggle, Nan asks what? I look at her and say "He said for YOU to hold your breath..." She laughs, and says he was talking to me. I start bitching about the frosty again, he smiles and repeats himself about breath holding and waiting for him... He's such an Ass!!! And I still have no frosty!!

Nan and I spent all day Saturday talking about things from our teenage years, mistakes we've fucked, parties we had, our old clique. Then we went to Wal*Mart and acted fools there.... because we do what we do. I love going to Wal*Mart with her. We will literally play Marco Polo or hide and seek or even just yell across the store play bickering with each other.... it's even worse when we have the boys (her son is 2 months older than Buh... Yeah, we are THAT CLOSE.) But the boys are just as bad as we are... So you have ALL FOUR OF US acting like uncaged unmedicated mental patients. And if there is anywhere to act like that, it's WalMart... because really... who's there that you gotta impress?? The best is going with people who embarrass easily... Neither Nan or I get embarrassed.

Came back, got dinner ready, watched some stand up, and rang in the new year with people who love me. Second year in a row I was with Nan, and sober. It's not a tradition I am going to buck. I love her. I love her parents. I love her kid. I do have some amazing friends that I have had for 976 years and more. lol

I just wanted to say Happy New Year to everyone!! And here's to making 2012 bigger, harder, faster, more.

~The Slut.