Caterwauling

I had such a good solo orgasm just now, I was reduced to tears. Heh. Do you cry after a good, explosive orgasm? I was stunned. Damn, I’m good. *sizzle*

The Percocet that I washed down with three vodka shots last night is still kicking my ass.

To add to that haze, I spent two and a half hot hours at a ghetto laundromat today (of course, they’re all ghetto around here). I got kinda pissed because the lady who ran it was either doing her own laundry or she was doing the “wash & fold” service for people who drop off their skivvies. Either way, she was using several washers and dryers, and I had to use one dryer to do three consecutive loads. And that didn’t count the load I brought home to hang instead of dry. She should’ve had her own washers behind the counter for whatever she was doing.

Before I left the house, though, when I started dragging out my bags-o-guchies ‘n ‘at, Short Bus (aka Kadie) decided to run past me and down the front steps. I dropped everything — including my bag-o-quarters — to run after her and catch her. Brat. Kitty for sale!!! (Maddie’s making up signs right now — “Free Pussy! Get it while it’s hot!”)

I have to do something to earn money. I have now bounced seven checks in two months. I need to quit checking my mail — this is disheartening. I need to replace some furniture that quite didn’t make it to/through the move, and well, I suppose I need to be able to pay the bills that are a year past due before I make any new purchases. *sigh* I need to marry me a sugar daddy or somethin’.

I’ve done a lot of offline blogging today, and will continue to do so. Nothing exotic is happening — I just need some alone time to think and rant. The phone’s off and will stay that way until I am done with my musings.

Michele wants to know who you were on Sept. 11, 2001. I made a brief submission, including photos of NYC and D.C., but I will expound upon that when the anniversary date arrives. But I’ve been thinking about it — the girl I was is long gone, but not forgotten.

I visited my nephews/godchildren Kirby and Jynx today, to let them play outside and then to hang out with them for awhile. They’re so loving and so happy to see me. I think my girls are just happy to see me because they know I give out the food in this house. 🙂

It’s my mom’s birthday!!!

She’s Robin, but to all of us who know and love her, she’s Wobin (because her friend’s now-14-year-old son called her that when he was a wee munchkin).

Miss you, Mom! 🙂

She probably wants a grandchild for her birthday, but until vibrators start being packaged with vials of sperm, she will have to keep enjoying Maddie and the Short Bus cat, who’s now answering to Short Bus and Kadi. 🙂

Mom got a new car for her birthday (she and my grandfather traded in their lemon Sebring for a 2004 Sunfire. My 2002 Samantha Jones is so jealous! Mom got red (racy just like her!) so that my little blue one will still feel special. 🙂