Death By Chocolate
I was standing naked in the bathroom yesterday morning, waiting for the water to get hot in the shower.
Suddenly, there they were,
in the mirror,
the DIMPLES IN MY ASS.
Is God punishing me for not working out for the last month?
Oh Christ!
Oh shit!
Oh my Fucking God!
Oh that's right I don't believe in God.
Anywho,
where did they come from? I worked out for a while and they were gone.
I can't even take a 4 week hiatus?
WTF!
Oh well,
Fuck it, drive on.
Note to self: Enjoy sex often, IN THE DARK, UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE! After vacation, go back to the gym and kick butt in yoga class!
Last night I had an opportunity to scream NO to more dimples in my ass,
but I couldn't resist!
You know, it's entirely possible...
Death by chocolate,
that is.
We celebrated my father-in-law's 60th birthday by eating the most amazing chocolate cake.
About an hour ago, I had another piece.
You know, after I couldn't fight THE craving.
Damn, that was good!
Today has been a lazy day. We have enjoyed our view of Lake Tahoe from the living room. It has rained and snowed all day.
Geez, Hubby sure has a hearty laugh.
I don't know what the fuck he is watching in the other room, but he sure thinks it's funny!
I am glad to hear him laugh,actually.
The poor thing has been sick this whole week.
If asked, he would probably tell you he felt like a bag of chewed up buttholes! Ha.
Or, maybe he would just say he didn't feel that great.
Who knows.
He can be unpredictable!
That's what makes him fun!
Tonight I plan to sit by the cozy fire, watch it snow, play a fun game with friends, and drink a glass (or two) of wine.
Cheers and remember, DON'T BE A FUCKWIT!
Suddenly, there they were,
in the mirror,
the DIMPLES IN MY ASS.
Is God punishing me for not working out for the last month?
Oh Christ!
Oh shit!
Oh my Fucking God!
Oh that's right I don't believe in God.
Anywho,
where did they come from? I worked out for a while and they were gone.
I can't even take a 4 week hiatus?
WTF!
Oh well,
Fuck it, drive on.
Note to self: Enjoy sex often, IN THE DARK, UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE! After vacation, go back to the gym and kick butt in yoga class!
Last night I had an opportunity to scream NO to more dimples in my ass,
but I couldn't resist!
You know, it's entirely possible...
Death by chocolate,
that is.
We celebrated my father-in-law's 60th birthday by eating the most amazing chocolate cake.
About an hour ago, I had another piece.
You know, after I couldn't fight THE craving.
Damn, that was good!
Today has been a lazy day. We have enjoyed our view of Lake Tahoe from the living room. It has rained and snowed all day.
Geez, Hubby sure has a hearty laugh.
I don't know what the fuck he is watching in the other room, but he sure thinks it's funny!
I am glad to hear him laugh,actually.
The poor thing has been sick this whole week.
If asked, he would probably tell you he felt like a bag of chewed up buttholes! Ha.
Or, maybe he would just say he didn't feel that great.
Who knows.
He can be unpredictable!
That's what makes him fun!
Tonight I plan to sit by the cozy fire, watch it snow, play a fun game with friends, and drink a glass (or two) of wine.
Cheers and remember, DON'T BE A FUCKWIT!
posted by Bethany at 4:23 PM
4 Comments:
I was watching the Surreal Life on VH1. Verne Troyer, you know, Mini-Me, was drunk off his ass and moaning like a cow. It was hysterical. Then, he wakes up in the middle of the night, hops on his little scooter naked and pisses on the carpet in the work out room. It was laughs!
Here's my confession:
I am bored out of my mind, not having a lot of fun and desperately jealous of my friends in the snow.
Why did I choose to do this again?
Why was I so excited to spend 2 weeks with my parents?
I desparately miss my friends. I'm going to have to move to Raliegh just because friends are so important! (sorry, it's a 3 wellbutrin day)
Oh Amber, Have a drink and a good cry. Then get your ass on a plane and come see us. We miss you.:(
Amber, you know we want you in Raleigh anyway. This just makes it all the more easy. Please come to Reno... whore yourself if you have to. One trick is all it'll take. Dan said he misses you, loves you, wants to fuck you and hopes you cum...no, come too! Oh, and I'm left to typing his message so as to prevent a novel from him... as you can tell I've taken some creative liberties in relaying his message.
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