A Tuppence Sir?

Hi Peeps!

I must say that I've really missed blogging. It is so nice to get back into it. Now that I'm into a new life phase, I have a lot of energy that has been unused, so I'm getting back into shape.

I have a new goal: I want to up my blog readership.

With that in mind, I have three requests.

1. Tell yer friends!
2. Suggestions for the kinds of things you would like to see on the site.
3. Click a little link every once in a while.

With that in mind, put your suggestions in the comments below. They can be anything! Go crazy! I might just do it!

One of my potential ideas is a Shoe of the Day feature. And here is a picture of the shoes I'm wearing today, just as a carrot.

Love to you all,

Boo

XMas in NY OMG like Totes!

Yessiree. And not with hot lesbian friend, who is apparently a celezbian, and can't pull herself away from the drama that comes with being a celezbian in Asheville.

EVEN BETTER.

With my newly yoga-addicted former roomie/anagram junkie and acupunk extraordinare, the Zen Materialist!!!! :)

Ice skating at Rockerfeller on Christmas eve, anyone????

Boo's Nuggets of Wisdumb

Sometimes, the difference between a happy life and a sad life is the choice of how you see it. Sometimes, it is the pleasure with which you take a shit.

Boo's Top Five: Awesome Things About Today!!

5. It's the day before Thanksgiving. And I'm starving!

4. I get off work at 2:00pm for drinks with some of my favorite people!

3. There was an inchworm on my shoulder this morning!



2. I'm revisiting my late 90's music collection. Oh Natalie Merchant, how I love to sing along with you!

1. I love exclamation points!

Austin, We have an Issue.

I consider myself a normal, healthy woman in her almost-prime. (I'll be 30 on my next.) Now, the way I understand it, most normal healthy women start to hit their sexual peak somewhere in their mid to late 30s.

As of the last couple of months, I have thought of almost nothing but sex. I used to think about it a lot before that, but now I think about it CONSTANTLY. In fact, it is becoming difficult to function because I am being bombarded by blistering blasts of bedlust. I can't concentrate on even the simplest things. I get turned on by the most innocent things. Like taking a turn too fast on the road. Or watching someone--that I'm not even ATTRACTED to--stretch. And things are going downhill rather quickly.

Austin, we have an issue.

This isn't an issue of not getting any. I am getting any. I'm getting GOOD any. And compared to my last relationship, and many before that, I'm getting a lotta good any. So I have to wonder: Is my getting any directly contributing to the Katrina-like flooding I'm currently experiencing in my downtown highrise?

I'm sure the answer is: Yes, a little.

But GOD: I have TEN MORE YEARS of this?????

FUCK.



Oh fuck. I said "fuck".

Now I'm "on" again.

CHRIST.

Hmm. I bet he was good at it.

DAMMIT!

Boo's Nuggets of Wisdumb

Sometimes, all you need to do to change your perspective is to get a new chair.

It also makes you get off your ass.

Photo Love: Dog Loves Cheese

Don't worry, I didn't tease her with it all day. I did eventually give it to her.

After I laughed and laughed and laughed! Mercy!

The Bitch Files: Boo's Bitch of the Day

Paheeba!!

PAHEEBA DAY!

Now go over there and click some ads!!

Saturday Night Jollies Follies

The events I am about to relate really happened this past Saturday night.



I come home with my "friend". I have a backache from building a deck all day. I am in pain, but nothing serious. I am, however, in need of some serious, ahem, sexual healing.

"Friend" falls asleep. I am without relief. I begin to relieve myself, as was a habit during the last stages of my mostly sexless marriage.

Just as I'm reaching liftoff, "friend" wakes up (because apparently I was moaning), and asks me, "Are you ok? Do you need a doctor?"

I promptly lose my liftoff.

"What?" I ask.

"Do you need a doctor?"

...

"For my orgasm?"

"Oh. I thought you were in pain. Because of your back."

We laugh. Alot. And then we both relieve each other. Several times.