My Pussy is small
My Pussy has short hair
My Pussy likes to rub against me
My Pussy likes it when I play with it
My Pussy is very soft
My Pussy likes to be rubbed in just the right spot
My Pussy likes to play with feet
My Pussy chases balls
My Pussy chases strings
My Pussy gets in the trash
My Pussy claws the furniture
My Pussy jumps at your face when you least expect it
My Pussy chews on shoes
My Pussy climbs curtains
My Pussy sometimes DRIVES ME FUCKING INSANE!!!
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I'm in a weird blog place right now. I don't really feel compelled to write like I once did. There isn't really anything interesting or new going on right now. For the moment, the work crisis has blown over. BK went out of town and who knows when she'll be back... Sandy.. well she's Sandy. The election is over (THANK GOD!!) and I want to personally thank Bush for FUCKING US OVER!! I'm going out of town to a match in 2 weeks. I will be traveling with Sandy. There is a good chance we'll even share a room. I am quite certain nothing will come of it.
Oh!! It is the anniversary of my employment with the Company From Hell... my brief employment. I have heard through the grapevine some things that were said about me by my supposed "friend". They encouraged the notion that I quit because I couldn't work for a woman. I am in fact a pig. And, as I've stated here before, I pretty much look at every woman with my "would I or wouldn't I scale" and she was no different... and decidedly fell into the "would" category... for that matter she still is. She was hot. I'd do her if for no other reason than to make her scream my name... But I digress... The reason I couldn't work for her was because she FLAT OUT LIED TO ME. That she defined herself as a strong "WOMAN" in business was solely her own issue. My first boss was a woman (and YES to her to). I worked for her for 5 years and had tremendous respect for her.
I say all of this because it puts me in a dilemma. I am on the verge of going back to karate. I feel huge right now even though I haven't gained any weight. I am 1/2 considering getting out of martial arts altogether as to not risk injury again, but fuck it you can't be scared all the time. The Dojo has a 2 year agreement as part of belonging to a "Black Belt Club" (brilliant marketing scheme btw and not worth it). I was at 1 yr when I broke my elbow and feel somewhat compelled to finish it before moving on. But there's the thought of going to class with those assholes. By now, she should have a high enough rank to be able to free spar. I REALLY hate the thought of fighting her if for no other reason than I do not want to invite any legal action. Then there's Ted (my buddy). That he flat out stabbed me in the back by spreading those rumors really pisses me off. I honestly don't want to have anything to do with him. Going to the class would mean I'm around him.
Karate is all about me and not them. So do I really care? I'm not their to make friends. I'm there to kick ass and get in shape. So fuck em? I dunno.
Looky there... I start writing and it turns out I DO have stuff to say after all... Hmmmm.. very interesting.