I won't pay $14.50 for one pair of undies... No matter how cute they are. One pair of string bikini undies, $14.50. No. I was lured into the store by the signe reading Buy 3 pais of panties, get 3 free. I think I'll wait for that big bin o' clearance undies where each pair is under $2.99. $14.50 for a bit of cotton or silk that is simply going to be balled up and thrown on the floor is just crazy. They men I have encountered over the years don't stop to admire your cute undies, they just remove them. They don't care if they match your bra (that's good because mine seldom do.) The only time guys are excited about your undies is when they realize you're not wearing any under your skirt. I finally slept. Not well, but it counts and now I'm thinking more clearly. I've been doing my yoga again and I've started doing crunches. I guess they are working cuz my tummy hurts. Maybe that flab will magically disappear one day. I saw Dreamcatcher last night. I liked it. It follows the book pretty closely I think. I read the book a good while ago when it first came out so I'm not too sure. posted by Beth 2:58 PM . . . Wednesday, March 19, 2003 It's me again, Margaret 7pm and all's well posted by Beth 7:08 PM . . . For Pete's sake Just shy of 1pm. Still awake. posted by Beth 12:52 PM . . . Can't sleep...clowns will eat me Okay so maybe I won't be eaten by clowns. Pennywise does not live in my sewer. Nevertheless, it seems as if insomnia has found me again. Last night I couldn't sleep because I desperately needed to change a story I wrote several years ago and rehashed for a creative fiction class my junior year of college. I searched and searched for the disk it was saved on. No luck. I had to write something though. It was imperitive that I wrote something so I started a new story. I hadn't written anything new in over a year. It felt good to write again. To get those creative juices flowing. It's a good thing I took detailed notes last night in my frenzy or else I'd have no idea where I was going with it. Usually when I write during the wee hours, it makes little sense. I glanced over some of it today and it seemed pretty coherent. Rough, but coherent. Good enough for me. It's different from the stuff I usually write. It's, well, let's just say it's different. Now here I am again. 4am and wide awake. I jotted down some more notes for the story. I've forbidden myself to work on it anymore today. I'll strain my eyes too much and give myself a headache. I'm using the notebook Christa got me for my birthday as my new story journal. I found it's always good to keep a story notebook to jot down ideas. Keeps me from losing little pieces of paper with good ideas on them. I have a personal journal too. I had a diary on and off as a kid, but I've been keeping my new journal pretty steady since 2001. Helps me keep my head quiet. I think too much....about stupid stuff. Usually if I can't sleep I write in my journal, put everything in my head down on paper. It helps. I already did that tonight (day?) and I'm still awake. I can ususally tell my state of mind by the number of entries I have in my journal. Sometimes I go days, weeks, maybe even months without a word. I've been writing alot though lately. I don't know. Something must still be rattling around in my head. I'll find it eventually. posted by Beth 4:10 AM . . . Monday, March 17, 2003 Um, hello, I'm a girl I just love my bulk mail folder. Keeps all the garbage out of my inbox. But, ya know, before I empty the bulk folder i always take a look at the subject line and senders just in case something was accidently sent to the wrong folder.....and because some of that crap is just plain amusing. My favorite: Beth, grow your penis safely and naturally. Yeah, okay. I'm a girl. I don't want a penis...unless it's in me. I sure as hell don't want to manufacture one. I don't think I'd like walking around all day with a dick dangling from me. The way the subject is worded, it sounds like I could grow one in a jar. Kinda like Sea Monkeys. Fill a container with water, pour in the penis powder, stir, and watch the magic happen. I could keep it on my nightstand next to the alarm clock. Bring it out on special occasions. Dress it up in various holiday inspired costumes. Then there is Give your woman multiple, irresistible orgasms. I don't have a woman. Being a heterosexual female, I don't want one. Of course, if I had a woman, pleasing her would be no problem thanks to my petrie dish penis that I conveniently grew safely and naturally. Anyway, that ad is just plain stupid. I mean, the penis one I can almost understand. Most men aren't happy with the size of their "love muscle" and would like to change it. Okay, maybe a pill or ointment could help them out. But if he isn't giving his woman multiple, irresistible orgasms, I don't think an ad for a supplement is the answer. First of all, some women will possibly never have a multiple. Some may never have an orgasm, and it's not the guy's fault. But for the guys out there who want to lay down the lovin', throw away the herbal remedies and love potions and just ask your girl what she wants. You have a tongue, fingers, and a penis. Use them. That's what they are there for. Ask us what we like, we'll tell you. But if your girl's a little shy about expressing herself, rent some porn, learn some things, be creative! posted by Beth 12:22 AM . . .
It's me again, Margaret 7pm and all's well posted by Beth 7:08 PM . . . For Pete's sake Just shy of 1pm. Still awake. posted by Beth 12:52 PM . . . Can't sleep...clowns will eat me Okay so maybe I won't be eaten by clowns. Pennywise does not live in my sewer. Nevertheless, it seems as if insomnia has found me again. Last night I couldn't sleep because I desperately needed to change a story I wrote several years ago and rehashed for a creative fiction class my junior year of college. I searched and searched for the disk it was saved on. No luck. I had to write something though. It was imperitive that I wrote something so I started a new story. I hadn't written anything new in over a year. It felt good to write again. To get those creative juices flowing. It's a good thing I took detailed notes last night in my frenzy or else I'd have no idea where I was going with it. Usually when I write during the wee hours, it makes little sense. I glanced over some of it today and it seemed pretty coherent. Rough, but coherent. Good enough for me. It's different from the stuff I usually write. It's, well, let's just say it's different. Now here I am again. 4am and wide awake. I jotted down some more notes for the story. I've forbidden myself to work on it anymore today. I'll strain my eyes too much and give myself a headache. I'm using the notebook Christa got me for my birthday as my new story journal. I found it's always good to keep a story notebook to jot down ideas. Keeps me from losing little pieces of paper with good ideas on them. I have a personal journal too. I had a diary on and off as a kid, but I've been keeping my new journal pretty steady since 2001. Helps me keep my head quiet. I think too much....about stupid stuff. Usually if I can't sleep I write in my journal, put everything in my head down on paper. It helps. I already did that tonight (day?) and I'm still awake. I can ususally tell my state of mind by the number of entries I have in my journal. Sometimes I go days, weeks, maybe even months without a word. I've been writing alot though lately. I don't know. Something must still be rattling around in my head. I'll find it eventually. posted by Beth 4:10 AM . . . Monday, March 17, 2003 Um, hello, I'm a girl I just love my bulk mail folder. Keeps all the garbage out of my inbox. But, ya know, before I empty the bulk folder i always take a look at the subject line and senders just in case something was accidently sent to the wrong folder.....and because some of that crap is just plain amusing. My favorite: Beth, grow your penis safely and naturally. Yeah, okay. I'm a girl. I don't want a penis...unless it's in me. I sure as hell don't want to manufacture one. I don't think I'd like walking around all day with a dick dangling from me. The way the subject is worded, it sounds like I could grow one in a jar. Kinda like Sea Monkeys. Fill a container with water, pour in the penis powder, stir, and watch the magic happen. I could keep it on my nightstand next to the alarm clock. Bring it out on special occasions. Dress it up in various holiday inspired costumes. Then there is Give your woman multiple, irresistible orgasms. I don't have a woman. Being a heterosexual female, I don't want one. Of course, if I had a woman, pleasing her would be no problem thanks to my petrie dish penis that I conveniently grew safely and naturally. Anyway, that ad is just plain stupid. I mean, the penis one I can almost understand. Most men aren't happy with the size of their "love muscle" and would like to change it. Okay, maybe a pill or ointment could help them out. But if he isn't giving his woman multiple, irresistible orgasms, I don't think an ad for a supplement is the answer. First of all, some women will possibly never have a multiple. Some may never have an orgasm, and it's not the guy's fault. But for the guys out there who want to lay down the lovin', throw away the herbal remedies and love potions and just ask your girl what she wants. You have a tongue, fingers, and a penis. Use them. That's what they are there for. Ask us what we like, we'll tell you. But if your girl's a little shy about expressing herself, rent some porn, learn some things, be creative! posted by Beth 12:22 AM . . .
For Pete's sake Just shy of 1pm. Still awake. posted by Beth 12:52 PM . . . Can't sleep...clowns will eat me Okay so maybe I won't be eaten by clowns. Pennywise does not live in my sewer. Nevertheless, it seems as if insomnia has found me again. Last night I couldn't sleep because I desperately needed to change a story I wrote several years ago and rehashed for a creative fiction class my junior year of college. I searched and searched for the disk it was saved on. No luck. I had to write something though. It was imperitive that I wrote something so I started a new story. I hadn't written anything new in over a year. It felt good to write again. To get those creative juices flowing. It's a good thing I took detailed notes last night in my frenzy or else I'd have no idea where I was going with it. Usually when I write during the wee hours, it makes little sense. I glanced over some of it today and it seemed pretty coherent. Rough, but coherent. Good enough for me. It's different from the stuff I usually write. It's, well, let's just say it's different. Now here I am again. 4am and wide awake. I jotted down some more notes for the story. I've forbidden myself to work on it anymore today. I'll strain my eyes too much and give myself a headache. I'm using the notebook Christa got me for my birthday as my new story journal. I found it's always good to keep a story notebook to jot down ideas. Keeps me from losing little pieces of paper with good ideas on them. I have a personal journal too. I had a diary on and off as a kid, but I've been keeping my new journal pretty steady since 2001. Helps me keep my head quiet. I think too much....about stupid stuff. Usually if I can't sleep I write in my journal, put everything in my head down on paper. It helps. I already did that tonight (day?) and I'm still awake. I can ususally tell my state of mind by the number of entries I have in my journal. Sometimes I go days, weeks, maybe even months without a word. I've been writing alot though lately. I don't know. Something must still be rattling around in my head. I'll find it eventually. posted by Beth 4:10 AM . . . Monday, March 17, 2003 Um, hello, I'm a girl I just love my bulk mail folder. Keeps all the garbage out of my inbox. But, ya know, before I empty the bulk folder i always take a look at the subject line and senders just in case something was accidently sent to the wrong folder.....and because some of that crap is just plain amusing. My favorite: Beth, grow your penis safely and naturally. Yeah, okay. I'm a girl. I don't want a penis...unless it's in me. I sure as hell don't want to manufacture one. I don't think I'd like walking around all day with a dick dangling from me. The way the subject is worded, it sounds like I could grow one in a jar. Kinda like Sea Monkeys. Fill a container with water, pour in the penis powder, stir, and watch the magic happen. I could keep it on my nightstand next to the alarm clock. Bring it out on special occasions. Dress it up in various holiday inspired costumes. Then there is Give your woman multiple, irresistible orgasms. I don't have a woman. Being a heterosexual female, I don't want one. Of course, if I had a woman, pleasing her would be no problem thanks to my petrie dish penis that I conveniently grew safely and naturally. Anyway, that ad is just plain stupid. I mean, the penis one I can almost understand. Most men aren't happy with the size of their "love muscle" and would like to change it. Okay, maybe a pill or ointment could help them out. But if he isn't giving his woman multiple, irresistible orgasms, I don't think an ad for a supplement is the answer. First of all, some women will possibly never have a multiple. Some may never have an orgasm, and it's not the guy's fault. But for the guys out there who want to lay down the lovin', throw away the herbal remedies and love potions and just ask your girl what she wants. You have a tongue, fingers, and a penis. Use them. That's what they are there for. Ask us what we like, we'll tell you. But if your girl's a little shy about expressing herself, rent some porn, learn some things, be creative! posted by Beth 12:22 AM . . .
Can't sleep...clowns will eat me Okay so maybe I won't be eaten by clowns. Pennywise does not live in my sewer. Nevertheless, it seems as if insomnia has found me again. Last night I couldn't sleep because I desperately needed to change a story I wrote several years ago and rehashed for a creative fiction class my junior year of college. I searched and searched for the disk it was saved on. No luck. I had to write something though. It was imperitive that I wrote something so I started a new story. I hadn't written anything new in over a year. It felt good to write again. To get those creative juices flowing. It's a good thing I took detailed notes last night in my frenzy or else I'd have no idea where I was going with it. Usually when I write during the wee hours, it makes little sense. I glanced over some of it today and it seemed pretty coherent. Rough, but coherent. Good enough for me. It's different from the stuff I usually write. It's, well, let's just say it's different. Now here I am again. 4am and wide awake. I jotted down some more notes for the story. I've forbidden myself to work on it anymore today. I'll strain my eyes too much and give myself a headache. I'm using the notebook Christa got me for my birthday as my new story journal. I found it's always good to keep a story notebook to jot down ideas. Keeps me from losing little pieces of paper with good ideas on them. I have a personal journal too. I had a diary on and off as a kid, but I've been keeping my new journal pretty steady since 2001. Helps me keep my head quiet. I think too much....about stupid stuff. Usually if I can't sleep I write in my journal, put everything in my head down on paper. It helps. I already did that tonight (day?) and I'm still awake. I can ususally tell my state of mind by the number of entries I have in my journal. Sometimes I go days, weeks, maybe even months without a word. I've been writing alot though lately. I don't know. Something must still be rattling around in my head. I'll find it eventually. posted by Beth 4:10 AM . . . Monday, March 17, 2003 Um, hello, I'm a girl I just love my bulk mail folder. Keeps all the garbage out of my inbox. But, ya know, before I empty the bulk folder i always take a look at the subject line and senders just in case something was accidently sent to the wrong folder.....and because some of that crap is just plain amusing. My favorite: Beth, grow your penis safely and naturally. Yeah, okay. I'm a girl. I don't want a penis...unless it's in me. I sure as hell don't want to manufacture one. I don't think I'd like walking around all day with a dick dangling from me. The way the subject is worded, it sounds like I could grow one in a jar. Kinda like Sea Monkeys. Fill a container with water, pour in the penis powder, stir, and watch the magic happen. I could keep it on my nightstand next to the alarm clock. Bring it out on special occasions. Dress it up in various holiday inspired costumes. Then there is Give your woman multiple, irresistible orgasms. I don't have a woman. Being a heterosexual female, I don't want one. Of course, if I had a woman, pleasing her would be no problem thanks to my petrie dish penis that I conveniently grew safely and naturally. Anyway, that ad is just plain stupid. I mean, the penis one I can almost understand. Most men aren't happy with the size of their "love muscle" and would like to change it. Okay, maybe a pill or ointment could help them out. But if he isn't giving his woman multiple, irresistible orgasms, I don't think an ad for a supplement is the answer. First of all, some women will possibly never have a multiple. Some may never have an orgasm, and it's not the guy's fault. But for the guys out there who want to lay down the lovin', throw away the herbal remedies and love potions and just ask your girl what she wants. You have a tongue, fingers, and a penis. Use them. That's what they are there for. Ask us what we like, we'll tell you. But if your girl's a little shy about expressing herself, rent some porn, learn some things, be creative! posted by Beth 12:22 AM . . .
Um, hello, I'm a girl I just love my bulk mail folder. Keeps all the garbage out of my inbox. But, ya know, before I empty the bulk folder i always take a look at the subject line and senders just in case something was accidently sent to the wrong folder.....and because some of that crap is just plain amusing. My favorite: Beth, grow your penis safely and naturally. Yeah, okay. I'm a girl. I don't want a penis...unless it's in me. I sure as hell don't want to manufacture one. I don't think I'd like walking around all day with a dick dangling from me. The way the subject is worded, it sounds like I could grow one in a jar. Kinda like Sea Monkeys. Fill a container with water, pour in the penis powder, stir, and watch the magic happen. I could keep it on my nightstand next to the alarm clock. Bring it out on special occasions. Dress it up in various holiday inspired costumes. Then there is Give your woman multiple, irresistible orgasms. I don't have a woman. Being a heterosexual female, I don't want one. Of course, if I had a woman, pleasing her would be no problem thanks to my petrie dish penis that I conveniently grew safely and naturally. Anyway, that ad is just plain stupid. I mean, the penis one I can almost understand. Most men aren't happy with the size of their "love muscle" and would like to change it. Okay, maybe a pill or ointment could help them out. But if he isn't giving his woman multiple, irresistible orgasms, I don't think an ad for a supplement is the answer. First of all, some women will possibly never have a multiple. Some may never have an orgasm, and it's not the guy's fault. But for the guys out there who want to lay down the lovin', throw away the herbal remedies and love potions and just ask your girl what she wants. You have a tongue, fingers, and a penis. Use them. That's what they are there for. Ask us what we like, we'll tell you. But if your girl's a little shy about expressing herself, rent some porn, learn some things, be creative! posted by Beth 12:22 AM . . .
