Drunk Tithings

Is the word tithings limited to giving money to churches?  I'm too lazy to look it up.  And by lazy I mean drunk.  Am I giving you a tithing by sharing my intoxicatedness?  I'm making up words again, aren't I?

So life has been good.  It's good now because I can't feel it.  It's been good this week because I decided to go off the pill and feel terrific.  I have a sneaky suspicion that's what has been causing my crazy-head for the last 13 years.  Ironically I am hornier than I've been in quite a few months; unfortunately I don't have any man-friends to help in this situation.  Or I do and I just don't feel like calling them. 

Geez Louise.  I'm three sheets to the wind.  Or is it two?  I don't know, all I do know is I wish I went to SDCC this weekend.  Blah farts.

BLAHAHGHOBH;UHHEUHGSKJH.  Wah!   I wish I was getting laid right now.  Don't judge me bitches, I speak the truthness.  

Skywatcher

I haven't felt like writing at all until this very moment when I checked Sitemeter and saw that someone searched "blowjob" and was able to find four minutes worth of reading material. Things like this not only make me happy to be alive, but happy to be dirty, to write, to have a blog, and to be.

And that's what I've been doing this month. Just being. I've had some ups and downs the past couple of weeks with work and a bad cold, but that's nothing new. What me, not like my job? What me, have a stuffed up nose/chest/bowels? Record. Broken.

What is new with me lately?  I discovered a passion for sky watching.  I've always had my head in the clouds, but lately I'm really enjoying going up on my roof, laying down, and staring at the sky. It's amazingly therapeutic.  I highly recommend it.