tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30183172011-04-21T23:20:50.228-05:00the kittenblog"My own spark of divine fire"Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comBlogger2691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1119810963002021192005-06-26T13:33:00.000-05:002005-06-26T13:36:03.006-05:00I'm currently sitting at work/school. I'm at my desk, eating a cheese stick and contemplating the humor in the situation. I miss my dear office mate who always had a cheese stick to share. This cheese stick's for you.Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1116961411602897632005-05-24T14:01:00.000-05:002005-05-24T14:03:31.606-05:00Just an update...I'm working like crazy to finish my thesis right now. There are days where I totally lack direction and other days where I can read and research at an incredible pace. It just depends.It looks like the wedding may finally be on track. It's going to be a small, quick affair. Hopefully we'll have a date nailed down by the end of the week.I'm going to have to get a new junk Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1109708299421154922005-03-01T14:14:00.000-06:002005-03-01T14:18:19.423-06:00Yay!So I got accepted into my first choice program and they offered me a full assistanceship. I accepted the offer (of course). I'm incredibly excited about it.What makes this extra exciting is that in all this confusion, there's finally something that I know for sure. At least I know where I'm going now. That's such a relief!Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1108491536453801012005-02-15T12:17:00.000-06:002005-02-15T12:18:56.453-06:00I am such a dork. I was supposed to cover a class for a collegue and I got confused about the time. I could swear that the class was at 1:00, really it met at noon. So I missed the class. None of the students went to the office to inquire about their missing instructor...they must have just gone home. *ugh* I never do things like that, I'm always on top of things. I must just be having an Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1107981013419291672005-02-09T14:29:00.000-06:002005-02-09T14:30:13.420-06:00So I'm trying out this new template. I'm not sure yet about how well this one fits. We'll see. I need to figure out how to add my comments and guestbook stuff back in.
Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1107969464328419812005-02-09T11:11:00.000-06:002005-02-09T14:20:57.496-06:00There's this guy in my office who absolutely drives me nuts.
Every office has one. You know the type that I'm talking about. That guy who steals the candy off your desk. The one who uses all your paper clips or staples without asking or even telling you that he used all of them. And of course, heaven forbid that he actually replace what he took. He wants to play his music choices. He turns on Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1107215403447611462005-01-31T17:44:00.000-06:002005-01-31T17:50:03.446-06:00One of my PhD applications is finally finished, thank goodness. Two more to go. Hopefully I should have both of those finished by the end of the week. I'm still hacking and coughing a little bit from the flu bug I had last week. I do have to admit I'm a little bit queesy right now as well. Although that is probably due to fact that the boy took me to a Chinese buffet just a bit ago.
Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1106624655596663412005-01-24T22:35:00.000-06:002005-01-24T21:44:15.596-06:00So, I'm still sick, of course. I think I may actually survive it this time.
My PhD applications are coming along moderately well. My biggest frustration is with my lack of a really good writing sample. Somehow I seem to have done my masters without ever REALLY writing a research paper by myself. I'm very proud of a paper I co-authored last semester, which will be included as a part of my Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1106345140325865532005-01-21T15:57:00.000-06:002005-01-21T16:05:40.326-06:00Oh my, this is not good at all.
I'm getting sick.
Like I said, not good at all.
I woke up this morning with a little soreness on one side of my throat. Everything seemed fine for a while, but over the past four hours things seem to have gotten worse. The situation is deteriorating rapidly at this point. The soreness has gotten worse and has now migrated to the rest of my body. My eyes are Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1106280985536357602005-01-20T22:11:00.000-06:002005-01-20T22:16:25.536-06:00Ooo, it's been a long time. I didn't realize exactly how long it has been since the last time I posted here. It seem like an incredible amount has happened since that time, but I'm still exactly where I was to begin with. I don't think I ever intended to stop posting, somehow time just seems to get away from me (on a consistent basis, apparently).
To make a long story short, I've got this Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1071170084996865622003-12-11T13:14:00.000-06:002003-12-11T13:15:50.670-06:00Well my very last undergraduate class EVER is officially over. It's rather shocking actually. I'm two papers and three finals away from being a college graduate. Wow, that's kinda scary.
Not that I'm done with school just yet. Where the undergraduate ends, grad school begins. Two years from now, hopefully I'll be saying that I'm done with my last graduate class. Then I'll have an M.A. and Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1070933371279863842003-12-08T19:29:00.000-06:002003-12-09T10:06:08.200-06:00So, today's post is brought to you by the letter C.
And in light of that, today's post is about condom use.
Theme: Don't be a selfish jack-ass (unless of course you literally happen to be a donkey, in which case, go forth and be the ass you've always wanted to be).
Refusing to use a condom or not saying "Hey, we should be using a condom" is a damn selfish thing to do. Someone on the boards Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1070765160797219122003-12-06T20:46:00.000-06:002003-12-06T20:46:59.843-06:00Wow, I slept for a long time today. And I did absolutely nothing else. Isn't that awful.
I was just so incredibly tired. I do feel better now though. I certainly can't do that whole 1.5 hours worth of sleep again. I can survive on 4 hours of sleep...I've can do that, but apparently 1.5 is the magic number that makes my body just refuse to function. I'm really surprised that I managed to Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1070641503654031952003-12-05T10:25:00.000-06:002003-12-05T10:26:02.590-06:00Oh lord....well the horrible awful paper is finished (though now I'm terrified that I won't have done well enough on it since it accounts for 30% of my grade in that class) and I've had a grand total of 1.5 hours of sleep. Whoopie!Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1070591264432070902003-12-04T20:27:00.000-06:002003-12-04T22:29:02.000-06:00One more assignment down. Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1070576104499555242003-12-04T16:15:00.000-06:002003-12-04T16:16:01.153-06:00Ooo, I just don't feel like doing anything today. Of the items on my "to do" list, I've done one...and that's only cause it was due at 11am. I'm fixin to do another one of the things on the list right now (yes dear, I did just say "fixin"). Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1070503676030052232003-12-03T20:07:00.000-06:002003-12-03T20:09:26.170-06:00I just skipped what is probably the last/final group meeting for the HIV/AIDS awareness group I'm involved in that I would have attended as an undergrad. As I sat here watching the clock nearing 7:30 (meeting time), I realized that I simply have no more to give. None at all. I'm all given out. On one hand, this makes me feel quite selfish. But on the other, I recognize that I'm just trying Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1070495650941057692003-12-03T17:54:00.000-06:002003-12-03T17:55:05.780-06:00Going Nowhere -- chasing fitness one step at a time
After reading the always entertaining Marn for quite a while now, I've decided that I too need to hop on the Going Nowhere bandwagon for 2004. I've decided to do this for alot of reasons. I just don't feel healthy anymore. I used to be so active and fit, and ever since I came to college, it doesn't seem to be that way anymore. My wedding Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1068510541341286652003-11-10T18:29:00.000-06:002003-11-10T18:29:25.340-06:00IT'S HERE!
Yay!
I'm completely infatuated by my beautiful new Palm. True, the finish is nicked here an there...but it's a factory refurb, so that's how it goes. I think they give it character. I'm currently working on getting a case for it, hopefully I'll get one cheap on Ebay too here in a few hours - if not, then I'll go get one someplace else, no big deal. Oh it's just so fabulously Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1068222098170675582003-11-07T10:21:00.000-06:002003-11-07T10:21:57.936-06:00Palm Store - Palm
Oh oh! So excited! Eeeeeep! Yes, you should be very jealous...this beautiful Palm shall soon be mine. I've been lusting after the Tungsten T for about a month now. As a poor student, I can't afford to spend $200 (that's the latest price on an open box one...the factory re-furbs are actually like $230, and brand new, closed box ones have been something like $250-275)...so Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1066269850937239882003-10-15T21:04:00.000-05:002003-10-15T21:04:31.373-05:00"Am I not pretty enoughIs my heart too brokenDo I cry too muchAm I too outspokenDon't I make you laughShould I try it harderWhy do you see right through me"~Kasey Chambers, 'Not Pretty Enough'
And of course the never ending drama of my life goes on. I will confess, however, that everything looks better when seen through the lense of a Long Island Iced Tea at this point. At least it took the Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1066082233643974692003-10-13T16:57:00.000-05:002003-10-13T16:57:13.003-05:00I need to spiff up this blog, I think. I feel like I might write more if I had more of a connection to the blog...if I really liked the way it looked. Dunno how I'd manage to get good blog coding and some image hosting though. I shall have to think about it more.Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1066057707610923622003-10-13T10:08:00.000-05:002003-10-13T10:08:27.680-05:00I've got the song 'The Way You Look Tonight' in my head. It won't go away.
I guess that's not an altogether bad thing. There are worse songs to have stuck in your head.
It's only Monday and I'm tired for no good reason. When does that daylight savings time thing happen again? I always get confused about that. I guess that's what happens when you're from someplace like Indiana. I keep Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1065747955408544102003-10-09T20:05:00.000-05:002003-10-09T20:05:55.536-05:00I've been thinking lately. What do you do when you've changed, but no one else knows or seems to want to know?
My mom called tonight with all kinds of info about people from my high school that she ran into today. All of them "asked about me" right away and want to "get together and catch up" or want me to "come visit". Mom seems to think this is just oh so wonderful and that I definately Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-1064793451189310692003-09-28T18:57:00.000-05:002003-09-28T18:57:31.396-05:00So it's been a very long time since I last wrote in here. Lots of things have happened. In all honesty, I've just been in a headspace where it hasn't been that possible for me to share things in public here. I enjoy writing, it's quite comforting and freeing. But there is a certain sense of danger in sharing things here. I feel that if I'm going to write in here, I need to be honest about itKittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-923839332003-04-10T16:12:00.000-05:002003-04-10T16:12:14.606-05:00Recently it's come to my attention that there is still some confusion over why we are blogging for labia. I'd like to address some of those question now.
Why blog for labia? Why not just blog for body image? Isn't this a bit "self obsessed"? We began blogging for labia last year in response to a very specific need we saw at Scarleteen. The same worries kept coming up again and again. "Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-923302182003-04-09T21:01:00.000-05:002003-04-09T21:01:23.403-05:00I must confess that I've never really worried much about my labia. Ever since I was little, I automatically assumed my genitals were exactly the way they were supposed to be. My mom is a nurse, so I guess I always thought that if there had been something wrong with my genitals, she would have noticed and had a doctor take a look at me. Also, in our home, genitals were not seen as something Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-922449842003-04-08T16:11:00.000-05:002003-04-09T16:46:29.000-05:00As I mentioned in my invitation...it's that time of year again. Yes, it's time to blog for labia.
The Second Annual Internation Labia Blog-A-Thon will take place this year April 9-10, 2003. This year, Caro has been an enormous help in getting the blog-a-thon up and running, and has even helped to design a blog for our event. It can be found right here at the Labia Blog-A-Thon.
This year Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-921224462003-04-06T21:55:00.000-05:002003-04-06T21:55:40.576-05:00Further evidence that my stress level is too high:
So I started checking the stuff for my spanish class, since I missed class on Friday. And I was trying to figure out what we'd done in class this week. I started to panic because I couldn't remember what we had done on Thursday. The only thing I could think was that I'd skipped class on Thursday too...which would be a horribly bad thing. I Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-920631482003-04-05T18:26:00.000-06:002003-04-05T18:26:10.373-06:00Better, things are definately better. Still not 100% fixed, I think...but better.Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-920199882003-04-04T21:16:00.000-06:002003-04-04T21:16:33.983-06:00Three words: Venti Caramel Macchiato
That is heaven. It has to be. That is the answer to all problems. Yes folks, I'm nearly convinced that the answer can be found at the bottom of a Starbucks cup. Yes, it was well worth the money. It just made everything seem not quite so bad. Like an injection of pure sweetness. How can one not smile in the face of that? Or, potentially go into a stateKittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-920072792003-04-04T16:05:00.000-06:002003-04-04T16:05:33.373-06:00I walked into my room this afternoon and realized what a mess it was. This is quite suprising in several ways. I'm usually quite a tidy person. My room, especially here at school, is nearly always imaculate. I simply cannot stand the mess.
However, lately something has been different and I didn't even realize it until today. I made the connection that I'd forgotten about. You see, the Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-920004092003-04-04T13:49:00.000-06:002003-04-04T13:49:32.653-06:00Well, I didn't make it to the gym this morning. My thought process went something like this...
"Shut up...stupid alarm clock...What? It's only 6am!...Oh yeah, rec center, class...but I don't want to get up...I won't do it, you can't make me!"
I tried, not very hard, but I tried. I just couldn't do it. And consequently I also missed my first class this morning and barely made it to work on Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-918830512003-04-02T20:14:00.000-06:002003-04-02T20:14:21.746-06:00I feel incredibly "blurg" today.
(Yes, I just made that word up.)
I don't know what it is. I feel heavy and rather sedate. No, I'm not saying I feel "fat". But rather that I feel less healthy lately than usual. I'm considering starting a new sort of routine. I'd really like to take my lazy tail over to the fitness center in the mornings. The rec opens at 6am...if I went early, I'd still Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-917284422003-03-31T14:26:00.000-06:002003-03-31T14:26:14.716-06:00I had one of those really clear moments today.
I was walking from class over to work. The sun was shining and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. My steps seemed so much slower today. I took time to smell the clean air and appreciate the way the sun sparkled through the magnolia leaves. I appreciated the sweetness of the day.
And I had to stand there for a second and say a small prayer Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-913225762003-03-24T21:47:00.000-06:002003-03-24T21:47:24.170-06:00Where do I start / Lying on a blanket underneath the stars / With your head on my chest / I always liked that bestI hate how times flies / I still think back sometimes / 'Bout your lips on my neck / I always liked that bestThat time we took a ride / Ended up down by the river side / Soft touch wet kiss / I always liked that bestI like the way you used to hold me / I like the way you came to know Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-913153322003-03-24T19:36:00.000-06:002003-03-24T19:36:21.810-06:00Ack! I've been gone for almost a month again...how in the world did that happen?
Oh...wait...I know how it happened. I had midterms, spring break, and then my boy had spring break. That's pretty much a month right there. It's amazing how fast time gets away from you sometimes. Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-898779972003-02-27T21:15:00.000-06:002003-02-27T21:15:18.356-06:00We had the most wonderful yoga class tonight, quite wonderful. Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-894007172003-02-19T19:14:00.000-06:002003-02-19T19:14:56.810-06:00Much like Caro I've been spending alot of time lately thinking about what to do and how to afford it. It's rather depressing in some senses. Somehow it just seems like no matter what there will just not be enough money. Now maybe it seems that way to me because I've always had it pretty good. I've always had good insurance and could afford to see whatever healthcare professionals I needed/Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-893494972003-02-18T21:45:00.000-06:002003-02-18T21:45:15.136-06:00I believe that it's time to address something quite serious in here. This has been prompted by Heather's most recent entry concerning why it seems that most sex education leaves out a very important aspect, or even gives the impression of condemning it...masturbation.
I have a very clear memory of the first time I ever masturbated. Of course I didn't call it that at the time. I didn't really Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-890050862003-02-12T19:31:00.000-06:002003-02-12T19:31:09.466-06:00Ooo, what a day. I wrote an entry in here earlier this week, but apparently the server has eaten it or something. It seems to have disappeared into the primordial limbo of the net.
Anyway, about my last entry...it was basically about how fabulous my weekend was. I completely suprised my boy for our anniversary. :) He was pretty excited about it, as was I. However it does mean that I'm deadKittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-884942052003-02-03T16:14:00.000-06:002003-02-03T16:14:45.810-06:00I realize that I have not yet said anything here about the recent shuttle explosion. In part, that is because I simply have not known what to say. And in part, it is because I simply haven't been ready to deal with it.
I'll begin by saying that I remember the Challenger explosion. I was quite young at the time, but I can remember exactly where I was when I heard. And I can remember that Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-884499622003-02-02T20:57:00.000-06:002003-02-02T20:57:02.946-06:00Blah, what a boring weekend it has been. I haven't gotten nearly enough done, and that's no one's fault but my own. I really should have done more...but ya know, some days are just like that. Somehow, no matter how much you may WANT to get something done, it just seems impossible. Next week I've got alot to do though. I'll have a quiz on Friday, and a test on Monday that I'm rather worried Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-881930712003-01-28T21:10:00.000-06:002003-01-28T21:10:25.476-06:00I dislike days like today. Today was a political day. These days suck, frankly. All week long I've changed the channel each time someone began speaking about the forth coming State of the Union Address. Now, I sit here watching it because I have no other choice but to do so. I'm a communications major, for crying out loud. I must watch it for the sake of rhetorical study and observation.
IKittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-878047922003-01-21T16:19:00.000-06:002003-01-21T16:19:16.210-06:00Today I feel moved to address a serious issue: gun ownership and gun clubs.
On the boards at Scarleteen, lately the topic of women's gun clubs has come up. This topic comes in two forms. The first has to do with women's gun associations that are special interest groups. These groups are primarily interested in lobbying and in education. The second concerns women's sporting associations.
I Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-877098942003-01-19T22:13:00.000-06:002003-01-19T22:13:28.830-06:00So, the new year has arrived and I have yet to make a resolution for the year. Generally I don't worry about making a New Year's resolution. However, this year I have decided at this point in time that it's worthwhile to come up with something.
My resolution for the year is two-fold. First of all, I'm going to take better care of myself. Over the past year, I've made such great progress Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-856229552002-12-06T21:24:00.000-06:002002-12-06T21:24:27.686-06:00Last night we went to bed not talkingCause we already said to muchI face the wall you faced the windowBound and determined not to touchWe've been married 7 years nowSome days if feels like 21I'm still mad at you this morningCoffee's ready if you want someI've been up since 5 Thinking about me and youAnd I've got to tell you The conclusion I've come toChorus -I'll never leave, I'll never strayMy Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-855675092002-12-05T19:27:00.000-06:002002-12-05T19:27:58.066-06:00Ooo, tired tired tired. What a week it's been. What a couple of weeks it's been really. Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-846010922002-11-15T18:58:00.000-06:002002-11-15T18:58:59.146-06:00
What's *Your* Sex Sign?
More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva
Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-844516712002-11-12T21:17:00.000-06:002002-11-12T21:17:54.470-06:00Thank you, honey, for making me go to yoga.
I really didn't think I wanted to go. I felt insanely tired. But then my boy reminded me that I really did want to go. Which, of course, I really did want to do. And I went, and now I feel really really good.
Whew, so I've felt surprisingly good today. I woke up in very good spirits this morning. Probably due in no small part to something Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-842880562002-11-09T14:38:00.000-06:002002-11-09T14:38:32.683-06:00It is absolutely gorgeous outside today! I can't even explain how lovely it is. A fabulous 70 degrees and sunny out there. It reminds me of being at home. I was thinking of that today when I was walking back from brunch. The air even smells right. It smells like home very much.Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-840274652002-11-04T17:10:00.000-06:002002-11-04T17:11:16.000-06:00Oh lord, I am so just not really amused with anything today. As I sit here staring at my computer screen, I'm realizing that very little that's happened today has really been THAT good for me. This morning was alright, I suppose. I got my paycheck from work, almost all of which I'll be sending to my boyfriend as soon as I get it cashed and can get a money order for it. I'll keep the $16.25 Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-839421112002-11-02T21:13:00.000-06:002002-11-02T21:13:20.853-06:00I don't know where the time has gone. Somehow it completely became fall when I wasn't looking. Life has been so busy and stressful lately for me. The weeks are flying by, and I don't at all feel like there are enough hours in the day to get everything I need done actually done. Since I've started working now that adds a new aspect to the craziness. I miss my boy terribly...but it's only 26 Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-826720352002-10-07T22:58:00.000-05:002002-10-07T22:58:22.386-05:00Ooo, I am sick...
I really don't need this right now. All I really want to do is lay down and go to sleep, but I can't. I've got two massive tests tomorrow and I haven't studied nearly enough. In fact, I shouldn't be doing this right now, I should be studying. I've got way too much to do. But I'm insanely nauseated and my entire body aches, and my throat feels like somebody took a toilet Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-818501562002-09-19T20:53:00.000-05:002002-09-19T20:53:56.733-05:00Whew, what a day it was! I've got to start trying a bit harder not to forget days that I have papers due. But I got it done, so that's what really counts. I'd really like to write a good, meaningful entry in here...but honestly I'm too tired today. So I thought I'd leave you with the links to a couple of my favorites instead. :)
Feminist/Republican
Labia Blog-a-Thon (Entry #1, Entry #2, Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-817896782002-09-18T16:17:00.000-05:002002-09-18T16:17:41.310-05:00These soy beans are not nearly the quality of my last bag of roasted soy beans. Therefore I will no longer be purchasing soy beans from Walmart. Next weekend, I'm going to start looking for a nice health food store...and if I can't find one, then all my soy beans will come from Food Lion.Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-815323362002-09-12T20:24:00.000-05:002002-09-12T20:24:19.340-05:00Everytime I pee lately, it looks like I've swallowed a highlighter.
Of course, that was more information than you needed to know really. But I felt like sharing anyway. And, since this is my blog, if I want to inform the world that my urine is neon yellow, I most certainly can. First amendment rights, baby! Oh yeah.
Anyway, now that that's been said...
I'm not really sure what else there Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-814725452002-09-11T15:42:00.000-05:002002-09-11T15:44:08.000-05:00I feel like I should write something deep and meaningful today. But I feel almost at a loss about what to write. I've read what other people have said, and have been deeply moved by it. I'm not sure what I can say that will be new, or different in any way, or that will fully capture the mood today.As I walked to lunch today, I realized how quiet everything is. In the middle of a college Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-813365502002-09-08T21:06:00.000-05:002002-09-08T21:06:18.030-05:00Amy Wynn is such a hottie. Really, definately a hottie. My boy and I watched the episode of A Makeover Story that Amy Wynn was on today. I saw it yesterday and didn't think to call him when it was on so that he could watch too. So, when I saw it was on today, I ICQ'd him to let him know, and we watched it together...600 miles apart, of course, but together. Nothing like watching TV on ICQ. :)Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-812439992002-09-06T12:36:00.000-05:002002-09-06T12:36:05.886-05:00Alright, so for all of you keeping score at home, my boy has been forgiven. Last night was just not the ideal time for me to get pissy with him. He'd had a rather "blah" evening too and just really didn't need the added stress. But surprisingly enough, things turned out remarkably well. We had a very long, very serious talk about us. And I actually feel like we accomplished something, which Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-812092362002-09-05T18:08:00.000-05:002002-09-05T18:09:22.000-05:00Can anybody tell me what's wrong with my boyfriend? I mean, he's got this incredibly sexy goddess of a girlfriend (alright, I'm talking about me, so yes, that is an exaggeration) who has spent a long time missing the fact that she couldn't email him multiple times during the day. So finally now that he's back at school, she can email him and does so. And he doesn't email her back! Sometimes Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-811652552002-09-04T19:56:00.000-05:002002-09-04T19:56:37.000-05:00I realized something tonight. Apparently I cannot be a Feminist and a Republican at the same time...at least not by the definitions of those in charge of these sorts of organizations. While I may choose personally to identify both ways, I can only pledge actual group membership to one or the other. This is a very bizarre state of affairs, if you ask me. I don't like being neatly catagorized Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-811114382002-09-03T17:55:00.000-05:002002-09-03T17:55:13.216-05:00Oh my gosh, I am such a dork. Through an email mix-up, I thought a meeting I was going to attend was tonight rather than LAST NIGHT, the way it was really supposed to be. Ack, I hate it when that happens!Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-810120132002-09-01T21:02:00.000-05:002002-09-01T21:02:23.836-05:00Ever tried roasted soy beans? I tried them a while ago, and while they were a bit difficult to get used to at first, now I really love the taste. In fact, they're quite addictive. I really like the ones with the added garlic powder. Those taste very snazzy.
I can't believe I have to wait until the end of the month for the Alias season premier. I want my Michael Vartan! NOW!Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-810065062002-09-01T17:40:00.000-05:002002-09-01T17:40:17.653-05:00The grand irony of the day:
I'm watching NASCAR and reading Hamlet.Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-809331012002-08-30T16:17:00.000-05:002002-08-30T16:18:02.000-05:00All right, so I'm selling out...
The Friday Five
1. What's your favorite piece of clothing that you currently own?
My latest pair of tight jeans from the clearence rack at B. Moss. A fabulous find for only $12! They're suprisingly comfortable for being that tight, and damn, do they make my butt look good!
2. What piece of clothing do you most want to aquire?
Anything Vera Wang. She makes Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-809251672002-08-30T12:45:00.000-05:002002-08-30T12:45:03.570-05:00I like to look in the mirror.
Now lest you chide me for my vanity...let me explain.
I don't think I'm particularly attractive. I believe I'm passable, most of the time. Basically alright at least, but certainly nothing special. Probably a little less attractive than average on the Brittney Spears scale.
However, I do enjoy watching the way my body moves. I think I'll be forever fascinated Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-809237812002-08-30T12:07:00.000-05:002002-08-30T12:07:48.886-05:00How bizarre is that...I just got whistled at, twice. That never happens to me. Once when I was walking into the building where the Financial Aid office is, and then again on my way out. It was rather strange. This very scrawny looking guy waited until my back was to him, and then whistled at me both times. I mean, I know my butt looks good in these jeans (tight, stretchy ones with the Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-808816022002-08-29T13:59:00.000-05:002002-08-29T13:59:36.593-05:00Dammit, dammit, dammit! Well I've now accomplished my supreme act of stupidity for the day. My class was supposed to start at 1:10pm, not 2:10pm. Apparently my brain just wasn't working right. Nothing like entirely missing the first day of class, is there?
Grrrrr!Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-807973752002-08-27T18:15:00.000-05:002002-08-27T18:15:17.460-05:00You know, it's amazing how fast I can freak myself out. Today's nearly nervous breakdown is brought to you by the letters G-R-A-D S-C-H-O-O-L. I was checking over my schedule for the last time before class starts tomorrow (registration ended today at 4pm), and it got me started thinking about how much more of my undergrad I have to do. I actually only have something like 43 more hours that I Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-807921192002-08-27T16:01:00.000-05:002002-08-27T16:01:46.000-05:00Kasey Chambers - Not Pretty EnoughAm I not pretty enough?Is my heart too broken?Do I cry too much?Am I too outspoken?Don't I make you laugh?Should I try it harder? Why do you see right through me?I liveI breathe I let it rain on meI sleepI wakeI try hard not to breakI craveI loveI've waited long enoughI try as hard as I canAm I not pretty enough?Is my heart too broken?Do I cry too much?Am I too Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-807582822002-08-26T22:04:00.000-05:002002-08-26T22:04:21.800-05:00Um, yeah ok how bizarre is this...
I just talked to my RA and she's all "Yeah, the rule has always been that you aren't allowed to have people sleep over in your room." My thought = Bullshit. Frankly, that's just too damn bad. I am not putting my boyfriend, who I hardly ever get to see or spend time with, up with somebody else when he's here to see me during break. Not happening. That's Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-807519712002-08-26T19:27:00.000-05:002002-08-26T19:27:32.510-05:00I am so full right now. The SunFire Chicken and Shrimp at Chili's was rather heavily spiced tonight. Woo. Ooo, my tummy is burning just a bit.
Ah well, at least I got to eat, right? And I've got leftovers. That's always nice.Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-807043662002-08-25T18:32:00.000-05:002002-08-25T18:33:16.000-05:00Wanna read my melodramatic poetry from last night?
Probably not, but that's just too damn bad. I feel like posting it here, so if you don't wanna read it...then don't.
I'm neither hereNor thereNot anywhere.I'm living between the lines again.It's lonely in limbo.Just me, myself, and IAnd it's all mine.The spaceThe emptinessThe lonelinessMine and mine alone.The queen of all I surveyThe goddess, Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-806954662002-08-25T13:31:00.000-05:002002-08-25T13:31:41.653-05:00Well I woke up feeling like a complete and utter asshole this morning. Of course it's so much more fun to see what a bitch I can be to my boy when he hasn't done anything wrong at all. Sounds like fun, eh? Oh, let me tell ya how much fun it is. Miserable yesterday, and I woke up feeling like shit today. I suppose I'm alright now, it's not quite so fresh today. Seems to hurt a bit less. Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-806767412002-08-24T23:02:00.000-05:002002-08-24T23:03:09.000-05:00Ya know, when I'm thinking about things, I tend to listen to the same song over and over. I don't know why. Maybe I'm looking for an answer somewhere inside the lyrics and notes. Maybe I just want a consistent rhythm so that I can work through the chaos inside me. For some reason that chaos has been at a rather high point today.
Today's song:
Rufus Wainwright - HallelujahI've heard there wasKittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-806753772002-08-24T22:20:00.000-05:002002-08-24T22:20:58.023-05:00I just told my family to call me tomorrow instead of later tonight because my boyfriend will probably be calling me sometime around the next hour or so. Isn't that awful? I always feel bad when I tell them that he's calling. I mean it always feels like I'm saying one is more important than the other...which is true in one way and not exactly the same in another. I always worry that something Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-806692842002-08-24T18:36:00.000-05:002002-08-24T18:36:05.810-05:00Do you ever drive yourself crazy?
I drive myself crazy sometimes. I think part of my problem is that I simply think too much. I think about things alot. I probably overthink them on a regular basis. I can't help it though. It seems to get worse when I've got alot of time on my hands and nothing to do with it, and when there's nobody else around to distract me occasionally.
I've finally Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-806665502002-08-24T16:51:00.000-05:002002-08-24T16:51:14.000-05:00Well alright, so once again I didn't come through with my promise to update...bad me, I know.
But now things should be better (for real) cause I'm back at school. I've finally got my LAN connection back, which means it doesn't take an hour for my pages to load. Which, consequently, means that I'll be updating more hopefully. I'm not sure I have anything really to say right this second though.Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-797144412002-08-01T21:10:00.000-05:002002-08-01T21:10:56.543-05:00Woo hoo! I'm back from vacation. I had a fabulous time, and I'm terribly sad to be home again (I love my family, but I miss my boy terribly right now). I promise I'll update with more details sometime soon. :)Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-783258572002-06-28T15:18:00.000-05:002002-06-28T15:18:55.836-05:00Bad kitten! Bad bad bad! I'm so terrible for not updating here. It's just so difficult with the sucky internet connections and the fact that my entire family is home all the time and for some reason they feel like I should be totally open about whatever I may be looking at online. That's not something I want to do...I'm 21 and I'm not doing anything illegal for crying out loud!
Anyway, so Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-778233572002-06-16T18:56:00.000-05:002002-06-16T18:56:44.753-05:00*sigh* I think one of my kitties has died. He hasn't been around at all today. He missed both breakfast and dinner. He's old, and his sister died a few months ago. I'm afraid he's gone off to die someplace. I miss him already. He's my favorite kitty...the one who sleeps on my bed when I'm away at college. And if I'm sick, he sleeps on my tummy and purrs to make me feel better. And he Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-777557942002-06-14T16:54:00.000-05:002002-06-14T16:54:41.096-05:00Long time, again. Ack! I feel terrible about being such a slacker in my blog. But when you've got a super slow internet connection that sometimes doesn't work at all (yes, thank you so much to my internet provider), sometimes it gets a bit difficult. Between the lack of a good connection, all the hours I'm in class, and one of my relatives getting very sick and going into the hospital, thingsKittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-773937162002-06-05T17:52:00.000-05:002002-06-05T17:52:24.280-05:00Woah, it's been a long time since I've been back here, again. Sorry folks. I'm a terrible diarist lately. I can't help it though, things have just been way too crazy here. But hopefully life will slow down a bit and let me catch up for the next few days.
Just installed a new CD-RW drive on my computer, btw. I'm thrilled with it. It isn't making that nasty grrrrr-ing sound the way my old Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-767825612002-05-20T21:51:00.000-05:002002-05-20T21:51:28.303-05:00I never used to be afraid of anything. Well, maybe that's not completely true...I was afraid of snakes, and escalators, and really large bugs...but other than that, I really had very few fears. But I realized the other day that the past couple of years have left me with a few more fears than I ever had before. After my sister's accident, and our current political climate, and all that, there Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-767296942002-05-19T14:17:00.000-05:002002-05-19T14:17:38.980-05:00So, it's been a long time, but I'm finally back a little bit at least. Sorry for the long absence again, but moving back home from college can really take it out of you. And then when your computer manages to get screwed up along the way, well that doesn't help either. And then getting a terrible case of the flu that essentially floors you for a couple of days certainly isn't a step in the Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-761384162002-05-03T19:48:00.000-05:002002-05-19T14:13:11.000-05:00I'll probably ramble here for a while...but it's for a good cause, trust me.
I've been reading a discussion lately that Heather has been involved in on a feminist message board. I must honestly say that the discussion disturbes me. I'm not sure what, if anything, I can really say in this discussion that will be at all listened to. Yet at the same time it's incredibly upsetting to me.
I find Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-760660662002-05-01T22:46:00.000-05:002002-05-01T22:46:20.103-05:00*sigh* It's so hard not to panic about what my grades are going to be now. Actually I'm not that worried about most of my classes, there's a couple though that I'm just not so sure about at this point. But then there's no possible way I could really fail, is there? I mean, I didn't really screw anything up during the semester...
I've decided that I at least need to start thinking about my Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-760606462002-05-01T20:07:00.000-05:002002-05-01T20:07:17.776-05:00I'm exausted, and relieved, and stressed all at the same time now. My last final is over, it's just a matter of time until I move back home...and I don't have any of my actual final grades back yet, which is what is making me nervous.Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-757111722002-04-22T21:08:00.000-05:002002-04-22T21:08:05.856-05:00The goddess will return to a more regular schedule once her finals are over, currently she is too insane to blog with sense at this point.
Thank you for your patience.Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-755997282002-04-19T16:56:00.000-05:002002-04-19T16:56:17.776-05:00"I wanted to be like youI wanted everythingSo I tried to be like youAnd I got swept awayI didn't know that it was so coldAnd you needed someone to show you the waySo I took your hand and we figured outThat when the tide comes I'd take you awayIf you want to I can save youI can take you away from hereSo lonely insideSo busy out thereAnd all you wanted was somebody who caresI'm sinking slowlySo Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-754777482002-04-16T16:18:00.000-05:002002-04-16T16:18:13.300-05:00Today I realized that I have truly crossed over. As I sat outside in the balmy 82ºF sunshine, clad in a spaghetti strap top and mini skirt, I realized that I had really crossed completely over for the first time. I have become one of the girls who goes to class in skirts and skimpy tops. Perhaps I haven't crossed over permanently, I know I'm not going to class like this everyday! But at the Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-754445152002-04-15T20:12:00.000-05:002002-04-15T20:12:55.890-05:00I am tired. lol, What else is new though, right? Ah, that's all right, I don't mind.Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-753892332002-04-14T10:19:00.000-05:002002-04-14T10:19:52.906-05:00Hmm, so last night I gave in and did one of those things that "good girls don't do". Ah, who am I kidding, I don't think I've really been a "good girl" by certain definations for quite a while. Anyway, so I let my friend talk me into taking some scantily clad pictures for my boyfriend's birthday. Yes, we did one of those things that boys love to fanticize about happening in a girls dorm. It Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-753666212002-04-13T15:22:00.000-05:002002-04-13T15:22:09.313-05:00As most of you know, I do volunteer work at a fabulous website called Scarleteen. At Scarleteen, we work hard to dispell the common sexual myths floating around out there. We give teens a resource to find out the real deal about body image, safer sex, and sexuality, among other topics. Our message boards provide a safe space for questions that teens don't feel comfortable asking anywhere else.Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-753252932002-04-12T09:16:00.000-05:002002-04-12T09:16:54.220-05:00Life has been insanely busy lately. Moreso than usual due to the impending doom that is finals. Doom, doom, doom doom, doom, doom doom doom, doom, doom, doom... Anyway, that's part of the reason for my lack of updates, the other reason is simple computer malfunction. Yesterday I downloaded the upgrade for my IE, and that seems to have solved at least a few of my glitches, but there may be a Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-752566922002-04-10T14:55:00.000-05:002002-04-10T14:55:22.636-05:00I'm back again. I think I may have to to reload my browser one of these days soon, because apparently it just doesn't like blogger (or a couple of other sites) very well at all. *sigh* Ah well, such is life.
I'm tired lately, I don't know why, but I am. Yoga last night truly nearly killed me, I swear. I was tired, and I had some things that I needed to get done, but at the same time I knew Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-751383902002-04-07T15:54:00.000-05:002002-04-07T15:54:47.780-05:00Woo hoo! Apparently my computer has finally realized that the blogger site is not the origin of all evil in the universe and has decided to cooperate! I've been absent for a couple of days simply because I just could not get my blogger page to load up at all.
So now here I sit, waiting on the weekend to sadly come to an end. Although I did get some things done today. I switched out my Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-114723832002-04-04T19:16:00.000-06:002002-04-04T19:16:26.000-06:00A guest labia-entry from Lex:
I love labia. I'm sorry to be graphic, but I love to suck on them. I mean, that may be me personally, but it's more fun than recieving oral pleasure for me. The labia, now matter what size or thickness, are the perfect addition to a women. I've seen them small and tight up against the body, which is sun to lick, and push inwards, whereas the ones that hang out are Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018317.post-114417682002-04-03T23:37:00.000-06:002002-04-03T23:37:41.096-06:00In relation to my own labia, I'd also like to mention that my partner was in no way bothered, freaked out, grossed out, disturbed, etc. In fact, he seemed rather thrilled that he was getting to see them at all. As I said earlier, I know quite well that I don't look like your typical airbrushed model or textbook image. But he thinks it's beautiful and enjoys being allowed to be near a part of Kittenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15262049445394037228noreply@blogger.com