Owie My head hurts. Probably eye strain. I get zapped tomorrow so hopefully this will all be over shortly. Anyone wishing to pluck out their eyes and offer them up to me in a valiant show of generosity can apply in my comments section. All applicants will be considered regardless of race, religion, creed, etc. I'm becoming increasingly horny. It has nothing to do with my eyes. It has gotten so bad that during a recent trip to the grocery store, I hit on a relatively young stock boy just to watch him squirm. Filled me with a manical sense of glee. He was young, but not exactly an acne covered teenager. He looked like he could have been a recent high school graduate. He was tall and muscular. Football player type. Probably from carting around all those cans of tomato soup and so forth. He was stocking cream of mushroom soup when I noticed him, and wouldn't you know that I desperately needed a can of cream of mushroom soup. I slithered my way over to him. He was crouching on the floor digging through his boxes. Being the short thing that I am, I had to stand on tiptoe to reach the can on the highest shelf. This caused me to lean against the stock boy a little. Now could I have taken a can from a lower shelf?? Of course. But then my boobs wouldn't have been at his eye level and that would have been no fun at all. Then I sniffed him. That's right, I blatantly sniffed him. As I returned to a flat-footed stance with my soup firmly in hand, I sniffed him. He was a little shocked. Guess strange women don't sniff him often. They should. He smelled good. So I told him so. I looked him square in the eye and said, "Damn, you smell nice." He stammered a little. I gave him a slight smile. He turned a delightful shade of crimson. I said, "Bye now." and walked away. Good times. posted by Beth 12:42 PM . . . Tuesday, February 18, 2003 Where to begin... I think saving up information and springing it on you all at once makes my life look ever so much more interesting. So, where to begin....I think I'll back track to Valentine's Day. I was planning on having a lousy V-Day. I was gonna sit around, mope, and be down right bitter. Surprisingly enough I had a lovely day. It started out a little shaky. I went to the retina Doctor that morning and found out that the problem I had in my left eye had magically moved on over to my right eye. Last year I had been warned that it could happen....but it never actually has. Until now. I'm a wonder of modern science. At first the doctor thought my condition was brought on by an idiopathic membrane (latin for we don't know why), but given the new development in the right eye, they know think it's something else. Instead of a four word diagnosis, I am moving up in the world with an eight word diagnosis. I can't remember any of the words right now, but the abbreviation starts with an M. I get to have another PDT on Friday morning. Woohoo, I can hardly wait. Later that night I went to dinner with Trevor and his Aunt and Uncle. Nothing romantic, just me doing him a rare favor. What can I say? I'm nice that way. Shut up....I can hear you laughing. There was nothing funny about that comment. Then I went to the bar with Aud and Brian. A drink was apparently waiting for me when I got there cuz Flo (bar maid) brought it to me. Then later all the ladies in the bar were given a rose. Aaaawwww. How sweet. Audrey made nummy cupcakes and I ate the icing off on sight. A good night. on the 15th I had my last driving class. The ex-con was in rare form. He wanted to know how many times I "cum" during sex. Said he could "get me there" 3, 4, 7 times. No thanks, I can do that my damned self. He wanted to know where my "no zones" were. Places where he can't stick it. Let's just say that as far as he is concerned my whole body is a "no zone." He wants me to sit on his face so he can watch me climax. Um, no thanks. He tried to make me demonstrate oral sex on a jolly rancher lollipop. First of all, those suckers are square. I don't know what kind of mutated penis he has, but no. When I was walking around, he informed me that he would be undressig me with his eyes so I should "put a little extra wiggle in it" for him. Eww. All this happened after I told him repeatedly that there was no way, no how. I just wasn't interested. I even resorted to flat out meanness. Only seemed to intrigue him. All that is over now. Won't be seeing him again, unless he hires a private detective and tracks me down. We were hit with a huge snow fall on Sunday and Monday. My first day of work was postponed until this morning at 10 am. The woman who called Sunday said it was for a second interview. Odd since the man who called Wednesday said "Congratulations, you have the job," I called in this morning and told them that there was no way I was going to make it out of the alley to make it to my second interview. The man put me on hold, got back on the line and said that he could tell me that I already had the job, that they just wanted me to come in for an orientation and to go over my benefits. BENEFITS!!! Yeah baby! Bethy can finally go to the dentist. Anyway, he told me that I didn't have to come in until Monday. Sweet! I was worried that there would be problems if I couldn't make it to work after the laser zapped me on Friday. Don't have to worry about that now! Somebody somewhere likes me! posted by Beth 11:05 AM . . .
Where to begin... I think saving up information and springing it on you all at once makes my life look ever so much more interesting. So, where to begin....I think I'll back track to Valentine's Day. I was planning on having a lousy V-Day. I was gonna sit around, mope, and be down right bitter. Surprisingly enough I had a lovely day. It started out a little shaky. I went to the retina Doctor that morning and found out that the problem I had in my left eye had magically moved on over to my right eye. Last year I had been warned that it could happen....but it never actually has. Until now. I'm a wonder of modern science. At first the doctor thought my condition was brought on by an idiopathic membrane (latin for we don't know why), but given the new development in the right eye, they know think it's something else. Instead of a four word diagnosis, I am moving up in the world with an eight word diagnosis. I can't remember any of the words right now, but the abbreviation starts with an M. I get to have another PDT on Friday morning. Woohoo, I can hardly wait. Later that night I went to dinner with Trevor and his Aunt and Uncle. Nothing romantic, just me doing him a rare favor. What can I say? I'm nice that way. Shut up....I can hear you laughing. There was nothing funny about that comment. Then I went to the bar with Aud and Brian. A drink was apparently waiting for me when I got there cuz Flo (bar maid) brought it to me. Then later all the ladies in the bar were given a rose. Aaaawwww. How sweet. Audrey made nummy cupcakes and I ate the icing off on sight. A good night. on the 15th I had my last driving class. The ex-con was in rare form. He wanted to know how many times I "cum" during sex. Said he could "get me there" 3, 4, 7 times. No thanks, I can do that my damned self. He wanted to know where my "no zones" were. Places where he can't stick it. Let's just say that as far as he is concerned my whole body is a "no zone." He wants me to sit on his face so he can watch me climax. Um, no thanks. He tried to make me demonstrate oral sex on a jolly rancher lollipop. First of all, those suckers are square. I don't know what kind of mutated penis he has, but no. When I was walking around, he informed me that he would be undressig me with his eyes so I should "put a little extra wiggle in it" for him. Eww. All this happened after I told him repeatedly that there was no way, no how. I just wasn't interested. I even resorted to flat out meanness. Only seemed to intrigue him. All that is over now. Won't be seeing him again, unless he hires a private detective and tracks me down. We were hit with a huge snow fall on Sunday and Monday. My first day of work was postponed until this morning at 10 am. The woman who called Sunday said it was for a second interview. Odd since the man who called Wednesday said "Congratulations, you have the job," I called in this morning and told them that there was no way I was going to make it out of the alley to make it to my second interview. The man put me on hold, got back on the line and said that he could tell me that I already had the job, that they just wanted me to come in for an orientation and to go over my benefits. BENEFITS!!! Yeah baby! Bethy can finally go to the dentist. Anyway, he told me that I didn't have to come in until Monday. Sweet! I was worried that there would be problems if I couldn't make it to work after the laser zapped me on Friday. Don't have to worry about that now! Somebody somewhere likes me! posted by Beth 11:05 AM . . .
