rants and raves in mobile, alabama: I go by the handle PACIFIST and sometimes ROCKERMOM, yes thats right im the same person and I have some things to say Ill get back to you though cause I just realized I am out of crack, and as a mature woman I have priorities! I did say Churches were comin down on the side of immigrants to fill the collection plate, but I didnt say anything about em twistin words, nevertheless claiming all of em do. Just implied that if they find a subject that makes the cash roll in, they stick to it. Think that might be one of the reasons Jesus got so ticked off with what was going on at the temple in Jerusalum. There is nothing Christian about the hatred in your hearts. Im glad all the muxicuns r leevin cuz now I get to fuk my sister mor. Hey is there a good Klan meeting around here in Baldwin or Mobile County? Judging by a lot of the posts on here I figured someone would know. We definity need more gloryholes in the area.. It is such a hassle trying to get a good blowjob around here.. it is so uncomfortable getting sucked under the partition in the restrooms. but hey a guys gotta do what a guys gotta do...
baby
The mammal inside of me is taking up pounds of brain space. The "what ifs" and "how the hells" are creeping in. I fret about whether or not I'll be a good mother, about how I am going to possibly afford to feed and care for her, about whether or not I'll be able to deal with a new little person in my life taking up a majority of emotional spirit, and mostly I worry about becoming a boring mom in spandex with a jogging stroller. Over the last few weeks, I have had barely any physical or mental energy to make things outside of work, to socialize with my favorite peeps, to cook elaborate dinners, to concoct random events via Craigslist with strangers, or to clean my sheets and panties. I'm exhausted, sore a majority of the time and feel as though I'm slowly disappearing. Blah. Blah. Blah. But (insert shimmer of light here) along with fretfulness and fatigue, there is excitement and wonder. Glee slaps me in the ass just thinking about Ms. Beckett slip sliding out of my vagigi and into my arms. She will teach me aspects of creativity and play I forgot to remember as I grew older and more stone-like in my human training. Each day this belly rump grows bigger, I feel like I'm that much closer to hopping on a plane to the most interesting place I could go. Somewhere impossible to navigate. Somewhere aromatic and colorful. Somewhere where I am forced to learn the language quickly and efficiently. Somewhere I can call home.
smiles
Current contentedness: Wall Street protests (go get em people!)
Cat purr
Warmth and sun in early fall
New lettuce growth in the garden
A long conversation with grandma dot
Miss Beckett's wobble inside of me
A lavender and mustard salt bath
Chicken hot dog, tater tits, and salad din din made with love by the mister
Finishing one book and cracking into another
Writing with a pen
Musical mixes
Yoga dancing