progressively perverted

ohhhhhhhh….

i’m crazed.

what’s wrong with meeee.

*fit wiggle twitch rage*

hmmm.

anyway,

i just read this thing about my five month old week 2 and i cried.

*sigh*

I have a secret that I can’t tell and it’s BUGGING ME. cuz i’m afraid i’ll jinx it if i say it too loudly right now. but if it goes all to hell, then i’ll talk about it.

I’M COMING INTO HEAT.

good gawd almighty.

i sure as hell am. i can feel my loins quivering.

ok, so lets stop a moment and ask, do females HAVE LOINS???

tenderloins.

hahahahahah.

but i do feel… “them”

ha.

*sigh*

i wanna kiss. kissss. kisssss. kisssss.

mmmm lips and tongues and passion.

ohhhh yeah babe.

but i’ve sorta gotten over my “any ole sex will do” phase. not sure if it’ll come back, but it’s taking a vacation.

i want meaningful this guy really likes me and will cuddle me afterwards sex.

i should so be married. it’s not right i’m single. i need a man to take care of!!

ok, so i have TWO mini men, but that’s not the same!!!

I’m wearing all black today (which makes me look skinny hahahah! what a riot!) and a bra that makes my boobs look all perky and “high” on my chest. i feel like a barbie doll. my boobs could poke your eyes out. ha. well ok, if you were like a midget, than maybe your eyes would come up to my boobs.

boooooobs.

they are shrinking by the way. they fit nicely into a b cup now instead of oozing out the sides. ew… boob ooze. ha! i don’t mind them shrinking either. they look less like sag muffins now.

but my aereolas, god damn them. they are huge. i’m sure everyone wants to know about the minute details of my boobs.

goddamn it monique, don’t you know when to SHADDUP?!!!

I should just take a picture, it’ll last longer.

hahahahahah.

*sigh*

anyway, i should probably be spending this time working (i’m waiting for some damned to hell fool to call me back to schedule an appt and i know he won’t and i’ll end up wanting to KILL HIMMMMM) or doing my nanowrimo. i have NO WORDS WRITTEN TODAY. i’m gonna end up writing 5,000 tomorrow.

*falls over*

FIVE THOUSAND WORDS?

but ya know what? I probably do 5,000 words in all my stupid entries every day. it should be a piece of cake.

i first wrote a “face” of cake.

hahahahahah.

stick yo face in it.

speaking of which, i got into a conversation with massau about oral sex. god… i wish he’d just open his eyes and realize that boning me IS a good idea.

damn him.

but i have my sights on other little prizes.

i feel very much like i’m on an extended halloween. and i just have to pick which door to knock on.

i wonder which house gives out the biggest candy.

i want a fat one.

mmmmmm.