What's your mood today?

[Tzara]

You need to recite my mantra:
I am doing the best I can for right now.
I am doing the best I can for right now.
Fuckwits should be served to pigs for breakfast.
I am doing the best I can for right now.

And, um, that's different from "I quit" 'zactly how?

 

[Sara Crewe]

And, um, that's different from "I quit" 'zactly how?

It's very different.

You don't quit. You keep going but you realize that due to circumstances beyond your control your end result may be less than what you might have wanted in an ideal and perfect world. And most, importantly, you don't beat yourself up or carry negative feelings forward about that end result when it was the best you could do under those circumstances.

 

[Tzara]

It's very different.

You don't quit. You keep going but you realize that due to circumstances beyond your control your end result may be less than what you might have wanted in an ideal and perfect world. And most, importantly, you don't beat yourself up or carry negative feelings forward about that end result when it was the best you could do under those circumstances.

Yes, I know.

I suppose I could always just do shadow puppets.

Sigh.

 

[bluebell]

I'm happy. I think it's because it's raining.

I am late, as usual, in taking out the garbage.


Chucking in a mood?
Okay. I am 6 meters away from grumpiness that comes a little eerily close to the kind of smackdown rage that centaurs can embody when riled. I have a feeling that gap may close when I step into my place of employment in the morning, but maybe not. I got all the stuff done that needs done-ing. Tonight's grumpiness is being circumvented by my current tennis high, having just watched a few hours (on and off) of the U.S. Open and generally indulging in all manner of tennis bliss since Monday (and will continue on through next Sunday. A two week orgasm. Isaac Hayes -may he rest in hyperbolicsyllabicsesquedalymistic peace- wants to know: can you dig it?).
Perhaps there is a small amount of hyperactivity here as well.

 

[darkmaas]

::
drained
::

 

[Safe_Bet]

LMAO!

Amy's acting like I'm six months pregnant already!

You should hear her: "Have some juice. Take you vitamins. Don't pester you mom, she needs her rest!"

We don't even go in to do the deed until Tuesday! She is SO funny!

Dora: Sorry hun. Didn't go with Johnny or Omar. Went with the Michael Brody looking dude for Mystery Daddy II. Figured that way he/she will look more like the twins. (please god [I'm begging here] no more twins - I'll be good - promise!)

Sassy: Thank you! Your suggestion about putting Amy's fertilized egg in me is still freaking Amy out big time! What power you gave me! I can make her run from the room by just saying "you know, I've been thinking..." She keeps mumbling about NOT even gonna consider knocking herself up - sprinkled with a LOT of cussing! Muahahahaha!!!

 

[ivantheterrible]

a lot better. sun is back out. cut a load of firewood. and garden needs some harvesting.

 

[Safe_Bet]

Just normal.

In other words, so happy I have sunbeams popping out of my ass! Whoo Hoo!

 

[Safe_Bet]

I have no idea where else to put this - but it actually seems to fit.

Give me
gentle fingers rubbing my neck;
tender butterfly kisses on my breasts;
ethereal strokes through my hair
and I will hate you right now

Give me
hot burning hickies;
sore tits with bite marks;
clumps of pulled hair on the pillow
and I will love you forever

Give me
a reason not to stop
at the local fuck me station -
fill her up, bud and squeeze the tits
while your at it!

Give me
a reason to believe
that I am not your precious
little show dog,
but your mongel bitch in heat.

Give me
passion that I can trust;
desire I can rely upon;
lust that I know will remain
and will let me keep you

Give me
this. So that when
I am fat ugly
and smelling of puke,
I will know that you still want me

 

[Safe_Bet]

Terrified for the one we are about to create.

IUI appointment is at 9:00 am. Amy's going to push the plunger so she gets her hearts desire of knocking me up.

She believes in God this morning.

 

[loststar]

the miricle of life`amazes me
i am happy for you

good luck

 

[Safe_Bet]

Stupid.

This morning I caught myself staring off into space, while impatiently drumming my fingers waiting for the days to go by to see if I'm preggers or not. I must be out of my mind! I'm impatient to be sick every morning, to blow up like blimp; to get stretch marks and to have a six month long back ache. Like I said: Stupid!

 

[Safe_Bet]

It the return of Pollyanna Sunshine!

After what happened with the girls this morning I can't even look at the breakfast dishes sitting in the sink without smiling.

With some of the things going on with my friends I should be blue, but I can't. So the best I can do is share some "happy" and "serenity" with them.

Hope it helps, ya'll.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Still sad and missing him ... it's just the little things that bite but we are going to scatter
forget-me-not seeds

 

[Safe_Bet]

Still sad and missing him ... it's just the little things that bite but we are going to scatter
forget-me-not seeds

Hugs.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

manic. insane. it's time for stupid hats and show tunes if I'm going to pull myself out of this.

but the porn's going well...

bj

 

[Safe_Bet]

show tunes

SHOW TUNES! What are really a gay guy and I didn't realize it?

I've been immersed in the "full gay" culture for too long I guess. If I EVER hear Judy Garland or Julie Andrews again I will puke on the spot!

 

[unpredictablebijou]

SHOW TUNES! What are really a gay guy and I didn't realize it?

I've been immersed in the "full gay" culture for too long I guess. If I EVER hear Judy Garland or Julie Andrews again I will puke on the spot!

While I am in fact a gay man trapped in the body of something else, I generally don't love show tunes, not even a little bit.

But once I pulled myself out of a deep funk by wearing a WWII airman's hat, fur lined, flaps down and everything, and singing the song "He's the Kind of Man" in the style in which it was performed in Key Largo.

good lord I went and looked and the scene is on YouTube. Here ya go. It's sick, it's wrong, but it's a classic.

bj

 

[Sqoodd]

****Curious*****
Interested in many things. Right now, nothings cums to mind.

 

[GenVicious]

Quixotic.

 

[oggbashan]

Amused.

I was walking with my wife around an open air food fair in the City of Canterbury when one of the security people recognised me.

He came across to me and said:

"You're the poet."

Then he walked away.

My wife wanted an explanation.

I had written some limericks for a pavement poetry event in my home town. The security man had been amazed that I could write topical ones in a couple of minutes. Then someone told him that the pavement poetry event was my idea as one of the festival supporters.

Anyone reading my poetry here on Lit can tell that I'm not really a poet, just a writer of amusing doggerel, but to him - "I'm THE poet".

Og

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Getting randy

 

[Sqoodd]

***Tired***
I had little sleep last night.
Insomnia sucks.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Getting randy

 

[Sqoodd]

Amorous!!!