The Over-Educated Nympho

Sorry for not posting as much over the last few days. My internet is being a motherfuckingsonofasmellyasssnotshitbitchho. (And THAT is how my daddy taught me how to curse. Like, seriously. Gotta love them Texas roots.)

My internet works properly less and less everyday. Today I came home during lunch like I normally do (either to write or to masturbate, but I’ve been pushing myself more toward writing lately because The Pussy is in time-out (that’s a post I’ve been working on for two days, hopefully to post later tonight either when/if my internet works or I sneak back over here to Sweet Cheeks’ apartment and use her old school laptop). Aaaaanyway. Came home, went straight to my router and saw that all the lights were on, meaning the internet was working. YES!!! I turned on my monitor and went to the bathroom. I came out a minute later and there were only two lights glowing on the router.

Continue Reading »

Today was the first time in over a year that I wore my oldest pair of shoes. Leather mules circa 1997 that I got on sale for $30 at Nine West. I liked them so much I bought them in black too, but those I wore so much that they only lasted thru 2001.

These shoes are probably also about due for the trash—all the lining is loose and flopping around, the stitching has come undone in several places, and the leather has lost its shape. But no one other than me knows that. If you saw them on my feet as part of my proper business attire, they look fine. One might even compliment them oh my those are lovely shoes!

I know that they’re done for. Sure, I could shell out the cash to have them restored, but that’s not the point. What I love about them, what keeps them amidst my collection of shoes year after year is that they HAVE held up this long and managed to look presentable enough to wear to work.

Then there’s me. Lovely, smiley, confident, together, well-dressed is how most people see me. And those bastards are wrong. I’m a fucking mess.

Continue Reading »