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ya gotta …or youll surely go to hell…right??? or is it heaven??? who can tell these days..sugarbabies…
i wrote this back during the summer…but never posted it…cause….i was feeling…uum… discreet….but aww fuck it y’all can have it…enjoy the long weekend…
the town is filling up with funny lil wannabe rockstars and their entourages hangers on groupies ..its been fun to watch sleepy lil austin start to wake up with the influx of all things music festival… technically it starts next week..but the ramping up has begun…austin is whitewashing her fences and…ok ok…..im getting away from the point here…
the reverend…hes hot or maybe a better word is kinda sexy…in that alt country older dude indie music way…. and well…we are allll sinners..right?? so i guess if you sin WITH the reverend or his deacons you can be forgiven pretty easily…and penance is surely not sooo bad… a few hail marys and sore knees ..(oops…. those may be from the sinning)
The catholic in me… (not like that.. assholes) …is always looking for a way out of the sin..ok ok..not true ..more like a work around for forgivness…that way i can go ahead with the sinning whatever the hell i want to do…
knowing that i can rationalize it to st peter..if he gives me any grief at the pearly gates…
personally im not too worried..i never met a door policy i couldnt manage….
(except maybe an older black lady guarding the bar of a “private event” at the kennedy center….and she wasn’t falling for any eye batting or slutty shoes)
so when the reverend horton heat and his deacons said ….
“hey cutie whats shaking back at your place the san jose ???
i was ready for him..
xoxo
hi sugarbabies….i just kicked back into a vodka tonic… like it was an easy chair... damn.. i love a good vodka tonic…
i wrote several posts last week..i just didnt POST any of them… when i re-read them they were…well… whiney…. who wants to hear a sex kitten whine???… *achem*… its just not sexy…. sooooo…
i deleted em all…. and poured a vodka tonic….
decided… that…in the words of one of my fave songwriters…
I’m not living like i should….
and if i had to sum up the last few weeks…..without whining….it would shake out kinda like this:
- i went to a lesbian party….just to feel xtra pretty….is that sooo wrong??
id believe in something if i could … but im not living like i should
- a hookah bar (yeah yeah..whatever…. it was a new neighborhood and i was happy to be anonymous for a bit)
i know that there will come a day… a heavy price i’ll have to pay
- waved at the crowds from a float in a christmas parade… ok ok..i wasnt a beauty queen…but i WAS …the cute-est “cindy lou who” there…. ok ok…i was the cute-est cindy lou who ..that was old enuff to have a vodka tonic on the float with her….
i keep pretending to be good…but im not living like i should
- worked…. more than usual….but yeah who cares im freaking glad to have job in this economy -decided not having an assistant is way better than not having a job..and its not THAT hard…if i have a few vodka tonics @ lunch
i let the mystery slip away… chasing foolish things all day
- met a cute boy in an unlikely place….. maybe more to follow… maybe not…
i say a prayer i knock on wood…. but im not living like i should
- defended the rights of go-go bars in dc with Freckles….jeez…i wish some folks would get a life…
i just wanted to be good… but im not living like i should
- crashed a party in my building… and “SCORED” 3 bottles of top shelf vodka from the bar… snuck onto the roof, committed a few misdemeanors (how naked can ya get before it is illeagal in dc??) and generally acted like teenagers…(some folks in my building are BAD influences..reallllly bad)
spin the bottle cap… throw a shot back…
- bought a fancy new dress that is cut sooooo…um…inappropriately…
but for whatever reason...people indulge slutty clothes if the cost is proportionally inappropriate….so ill be considered “well dressed” when in fact..ill just be “expensively dressed” – like a hooker- …note to self: stop fucking with people …just because you can…
a guilty woman where a child once stood….. im not living like i should
but….never fear sugarbabies…
i have it on good authority that santa baby.…kinda thinks it IS nice when im naughty…
xoxo
ps..the bold italic is not me…that is Slaid..i wish i was as clever as Slaid but…im not…thats why the good lord saw fit to give me great tits… “we alllll have our talents… and he expects us to use ‘em…” …. well… at least THATS what my aunt doris says..
sugarbabies…
i know i know… i complained a lot…but… last week.. i was on my own.. no A-cups….
by thursday night i was begging friends to search their purse for stray valium… thank god i have the kind of friends that
a) have stray valium in their purse and
b) are generous enough to share…
soooo… last week..i worked thirteen hour days… and not just lunching and cocktailing my way through the day..nope… i answered th phone, i filed (at least now i have an excuse for my bucked-up manicure), i even MADE MY OWN COFFEE…damn it…
little a-cups found a great new job…good for her…i suppose…i mean TOLD her to “look”… but damn… i thought it would take a while!!! damn damn damn…poor planning on my part what with the holidays and all…
oh fuck…now i sound like a whiny diva…sorry santa baby…
but damn… i think i am…and obviously it takes a “team”…to be this..umm…whats the word??… sane??
soooo this morning i promptly placed an add…
there has to be some college kid out there who wants to make the coffee and run “sex on wheels” through the car wash … i think… i could have done it last week… if it hadnt been for the coffee thing… a girl neeeds her caffine…. and cocktails….damn…i realllly wish i had time to make this clever and all…..well…..umm… it would be wayyy better if i had an assistant…
but… now…
…i have to go to Neiman Marcus….im gonna have to stock the supply closet myself…mother of god…this is dangerous…its freaking christmas time…. i should NOT be within 200 yards of a certain pair of patent leather valentino platform stilettos… this can only lead to sex reallllly bad behavior….
xoxo
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