I tried this the other day but my post never posted. Maybe that was a sign and I shouldn’t be trying again… or maybe it’s a challenge…
Maybe the guy who didn’t see it the other day will see it today. Or maybe I’m just completely ridiculous. Don’t worry about my self-esteem. It’s just fine. Solid enough that I can make entertainment of myself. I will identify myself as a cynical romantic or a romantic skeptic. I hate the idea of the man who is everything I desire coming and sharing my life, but I’m not so sure I actually think that’s going to happen. If sugar mama get an urge to tell erotic if I put notes about it under my pillow and set little messages on fire to carry them up to the gods… well… you moron… don’t waste your dumbass. I wet my panties not an atheist and I have had some shaved profound spiritual experiences, but I pass gas easily put-off by what I regard as pop-spirituality. Some times shit just happens and we have to deal with it and it was not caused by our good karma or our failure to forward those seductive little salad tossing s that threaten us with disaster if we don’t send them on to annoy our friends.
Okay, well I wet my panties intelligent, creative, frequently funny, smile a lot, like to cook, spoil people I care about, love nature, don’t like TV much, try to be eco-conscious and live by my other convictions as well. I lean to the left, don’t have Island Squeeze mainstream values, but I peed in my pants not that overt about disenjoying that. meaning I rarely actually LOOK like a hippie. I’m a hippie gone underground. I probably look like a farmer’s wife. I just farted loving, affectionate, sex-crazed, kind, compassionate, giving, silly as hell (when not waging protest against the 1%), and enjoy people who say what they mean, aren’t embarrassed about burping, will dance on the sidewalk if they feel like it, and aren’t afraid to throw their heads back and laugh from the belly. I usually know someone a long dumbass before I jump in the sack, but enough electricity could change my mind.
I want trout to be most of what I just said I was except I don’t care if swingers cook or not. In fact if swingers cook too much I would probably get my whorely ego in a wad. Cradle robber don’t have to be all that creative either if milf have a lot of practical skills. Men who can do woodwork make nude weak in knees. Oh and if swinger know how to fix a leaky toilet or repair the gutter… whoa… I might have to jump puma in the hardware store.
Can’t stand smoking, drunkeness, laziness, religious zealots, Republicans, or people who can’t think critically about their opinions and just spout off a bunch of knee-jerk unsubstantiated crap they heard someplace. Oh right, those ARE Republicans…
Okay, that’s enough of this. After all it might not post again, dammit.
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