Mornin’! This Is Your Cooch Speaking…

I was having a conversation with some of my girls last night, and while we meandered over all sorts of topics there was one that totally stuck with me…

Ya know how girls in movies or on tv or whatever will wake up with a nasty hangover and have no idea whether or not they had sex the night before… ?

Yeah, I don’t get that. I get how it’s possible to not remember the events of the night before, but I always, always know whether or not I have had sex.

If there has been penetration, that’s the very first thing I know when I wake up. You know what happens? My little inner voice starts yapping at me… “Mornin’ Shelbs! Yeah, this is your cooch speaking. I don’t know what all you remember about last night, but just so ya know, you had sex!” Once, I woke up the morning after an obscene amount of drinking, naked in bed with a boy that was infinitely important to me, who I was once in love with, in fact… but I knew – because my cooch didn’t start yappin’ at me right away – that however it was that I got naked, there was no sex that night.

Now, maybe it’s me that’s weird. Maybe not every girl has that little inner voice that informs them about this type of shit. Maybe I’m crazy. Whatever the case, if I’ve had sex, I always feel the physical aftermath. Even if it was so completely lackluster that I don’t remember it. Even if my raging hangover makes me wish I would just go ahead and die…. and I don’t remember it. ;)

Nuuuuuuu!

I’m up at 2:07 a.m. on this lovely Mother’s Day because … I woke up and Top Gun was on. I almost fell asleep again, I mean, I’ve seen this movie eleventy billion times, but then… Goose had to go and die.

So I bawled.

And now I can’t sleep.

So… HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY. :p

Dearest Boon

Dear Boon,

I don’t really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over. I think I realized it when I quoted Forrest Gump at the mental hospital and I saw you sit on your ‘My Little Pony’ collection. I’m sure you’re frostbitten enough to understand that I’m allergic to your earlobes. I’m returning your toe ring to you, but I’ll keep your collection of butterflies as a memory. You should also know that I will not tell the authorities that you stole the whale from the backyard and I will haunt you when I am reincarnated as an Eskimo.

Best of luck on the sex change,
Shelbs.

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Is This A Case Of Winter Blues?

I have been more productive lately than I can remember being in a while, but despite the constant activity over here, I feel … tres blah. On the up side I made amends with my neighbor, apologized for dropping the c-bomb on her, and managed to get all that done before Christmas.

So the holidays were nice. I was surrounded by people I care about, and though there were a few missing pieces of my puzzle, I had a good time. At least, I think I did.

Of course, there are some legitimate reasons that I feel blue… but if I had a set of scales to weigh the positives and the negatives, the scales would be significantly weighed down on the positive side. Still, I’m finding myself unable to focus on the positives lately. Doom & gloomy me.

I’ve been watching friends of mine go through much harder times than me, unable to do anything about any of it. Sometimes however much you want to you just can’t help. I know that “sympathy pains” are sort of part of what’s wrong with me, but I also know that’s not all there is to it.

I’m tired of being sick and tired. I’m unhappy being unhappy all the damn time.

Busy Busy Busy Girl!

I have no other excuse for myself, or my lack of blogging, but the 2, I mean 3, I mean 4 of you that read this are just going to have to forgive me, because… because I love you. And I’m cute. And you love me, too… right?!

I’m working really hard to get a project done for KH, because it’s long overdue, and it’s been one hell of an exercise in remembering how to work with CSS/XHTML. It’s long overdue, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been bustin’ my butt. I’m way out of practice.

Not that I’m what I would consider a “pro” at it, anyway, but I do love coding/designing.

Oh, and speaking of design work… I would never charge someone $700 for a template for a blog or whatever, unlike some design company I just ran into would/does. Are you shitting me? “Non-exclusve” but $700?! A whole grand if you do want it to be exclusive, but what if someone bought it non-exclusive before you decided to buy it exclusive? Does that mean you wind up paying 1k for something that someone else has anyway? Or does the design company go and demand that the other person/s rip down their templates. I wouldn’t do this even if I were a pro! Geeze.

Anyway, back to work for me. :p