The Big Ugly Dress Sex Toy Party
I do feel like a pathetic sack of shit that I’ve not blogged in what seems like eons. I have been so busy lately. (I just hate it when people say that to me when I've been neglected. It implies that your life is somehow far more precious then the one of the person you've let down.......I’m sorry for being a sack of shit for not blogging and then blaming it on my selfish life style.)I find, that because I’m in school 3 nights a week, my weekends fly by without so much as a 20 minute period for me to sit and write down my thoughts and feelings on this here blog. I will, once again, attempt to be better at updating and illustrating the oh-so-boring vigors of my life. (I made that word up. Vigors. But I think it fits. Vigors = happenings)
I’m planning a party. It’s a Big Fat Ugly Dress Sex Toy Party. What is that you ask? Well I’ll tell ya! It’s a sex toy party, for girls, and you have to wear a big fat ugly dress (preferably 80’s style) to attend. You will not be allowed in the house without an ugly dress hanging from your delicate shoulders. The poofier the better and a prize will be won for the worst dress of all. I’m thrilled! Ebay has many, many, many dress options for no more then $20.00. I’m either going to go the Ebay route – or spend a Saturday shopping in Thrift stores with Deannie. You’re jealous aren’t ya?
I forgot to put deodorant on again this morning. I went out last night like a fool, got drunk, and woke up late – causing me to dash with out deo. Shit! But it reminds me of the time my friend Stacey had a stinky armpit. (just one was stinky …..and I can’t remember why) She was sitting in the back seat of Heather’s car at the time. She discovered her stinky armpit in the privacy of the backseat. Instead of silently praying that we didn’t notice the pit, she wiped her hand across her stinky armpit to smear the stink on to her hands. She then reached forward and around Heathers driver seat, placing that hand directly in front of Heather’s nose, forcing Heather to smell the stench from the very tips of Stacey’s fingers.. She did this to gross Heather out of course, and it worked. Twice. She did it again when we left the spa later that day. I just love those girls.
6 Comments:
That is so funny, Jessie! You crack me up!
Oh. And I forgot to mention not to be so hard on yourself when you don't blog. Life can be so busy. I can relate. When I went through my divorce, I had to finish my last two years of my BS degree while working 40 hours a week. I took no fewer than 3 classes a semester, and even doing an internship. We all understand! Incidently, I'd love to go for my Master's, but my other student loan is pretty hefty. I paid for it all myself.
You rock!! I wish I could take 3 classes..but I'd never see Eric and that's not life. I'll be 40 by the time I finish!
I am getting my masters in Special Education, although it's only 15 credits beyond my Bachelors -- so that's EASY! I just want to get these stinkin gen ed courses out of the way!
Wanna smell my arm pit juice? It does not stink. Is hair and make upo intended to be hideous and 80's as well?
dO I GET AN EVITE?
Hey yeah...thanks for reminding me of that!
Heather D.
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