Determined not to whine. Much.

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Hell with that-- I've had some pretty knowledgeable parties call my kissing skills "dynamite." Fear me.





At least I got some shopping done this e'en. The local Acme-- or the Agony, as I call it-- has finally been shot to be put out of our misery, and is roiling about in its death throes. It closes forever in a few days, which is good news. It's not nice to speak ill of the near-dead, but I've never liked the place, and whatever comes in in its place can, one hopes, only be an improvement. I walked in tonight, stood in the produce department, confronted by a few desperate ears of corn and half-wilted and mournful bags of lettuce, and I was overcome by the pathos. I turned around, walked back out the in-door, cast off my cart and made for the glories of the Delaware Avenue SuperFresh. Yes, it's more expensive, yes, it's 20 minutes away with no traffic, and yes, I have some sad memories of wandering its aisles late at night in happier times, in search of Norwegian salmon, hand in hand with my ex. But still, oh, the wonders of its glowing produce! The sparkling of its serried ranks of pasta sauce! The scintillation of its packages of Polish borscht and English Hob Nobs!

I was so low on food here, though, I had the all-too-common experience of spending $150 and still having nothing to eat here. Well, that's not true. Frozen dinners were 40% off.

And, of course, you'd better believe I bought some salmon. Aww, yeah.

Finally.

I finally decided this morning I'd had enough. So I screwed my courage to the sticking point, and called someone I haven't heard from in a while. There was some very good talking, and I feel loads better than I did. Bonn, you were pretty much right straight across the board. Some very important things were said.

I feel much lighter now.


So now it's time to move on to my other problems, and I know where that's going. Alas. Well, I'm not going to let my pride get in the way of my life. Er...again. If I have do do something to get through, I'll do it.


Yeah, so I'm cryptic. Sue me. It's just that so much of this is unfinished in my head. If I could be clearer...well, maybe I would! Then again, maybe not.

And in OTHER news, I should be getting more of my replacement stuff soon. My mug is apparently finished already (!), and I'll be shipping off my waxes for my dagger, too. And there's a shiny new RenVet bronze waiting for me. A Merc pin with Warden badge, and a Privateers pin are soon to follow. I'm also going to have a new corset this year, I believe. I just really have to whack out a few chemises. Jay has some lovely skirts, so I'll get a couple of them to wear whilst working, I think. Yes, Jay? Do you make them short enough for me?

I could dye the cream chemise a deep forest, but I think I'd rather just make a new one.

Decisions, decisions....

"I was just trying to be different."

From: RUREADY4_FUN :I would love to put you on your bed on your back with your hands tied to the headboard and your legs spread high and wide and tied to the bed post. I would then sit there and lick your pussy for hours till you cum again and again.

To: RUREADY4_FUN : Hey, do me a favour? Don't contact me again. Thanks, have a nice life.

From: RUREADY4_FUN : I am so sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I was just trying to be different.. sorry.





DIFFERENT? My G-d. How any guy can be this dumb is just beyond me. How did he get out of high school alive? Did he get out of high school? Hello, you're not different, you're a SLEAZY IDIOT. As if any woman who uses internet dating sites doesn't see stuff like this all the damned time. Oh, it's so different. I mean, I haven't gotten a line like this in, oh, at least six hours! And yeah, it utterly turns me on. Oh, yeah, you complete stranger, you. I just can't wait to throw caution to the wind and fling myself at your pixels! Who cares that you could be a mass murdering psycho and I could wind up in a 55-gallon drum of hydrochloric acid in a shallow grave in New Jersey? I'm so overcome by your wooing words I'm ready to do anything to meet you! Forget all that getting-to-know-you stuff! Who needs phone calls and dinner first? Heck, who needs first names?

Dweeb.

Sigh. Since when does moronic and crass equal different? Well...since I don't hang out with moronic and crass guys, I guess. I may be home with the dog on a Friday night, but that's fine. I'm not two feet under in the Garden State, right? Besides, I had a fitting this evening. It went very well, until the bride told me she may well tye-dye the dress after the wedding. Whimper.