So I’m at counseling yesterday and she asks me, “If you got cancer and they told you that you needed chemo and radiation for 1 hour a day for 3 months, would you do it?”
I nodded.
“So it would take you getting cancer for you to give yourself a hour a day?”
((blink. blink. blink))
The bitch doesn’t hold her punches.
Can’t wait to go back.
After I exercise, of course.
I started my blog after my ass had stopped shrinking and I thought it would embarrass motivate me to try harder. I soon realized it was equally fun to talk trash about my narcissistic douche canoe of a BetaHusband healing to process my feelings of resentment from past relationships. Also, I fancy myself (do I ever!) quite the dirty-minded pirate whore creative savant and ever since that whole HR intervention meeting at work, this seems like a better outlet. In my defense, I genuinely thought a good blowjob could, in fact, improve client morale. ((Shrugging shoulders))I'm 40 and live in Fishers, Indiana (USA). I lurves me a 10-year old daughter I call Tic-Tac, my 6'7" sex toy husband 2.0, and an awesomesauce casserole of friends & fam who tolerate celebrate my warped ass special way of looking at the world. I'm glad you stopped by. And in the words of Alice Roosevelt Longworth, "If you haven't got anything nice to say about anybody, come sit by me." 
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I LIKE!! I may have to borrow this!!! <3
Now I really LOVE this!!!!! And yes, I am a poor women!
I like that counselor of yours!
Well, if you put it THAT way…. guess I have time too!
go girl! luff you!
Wow. She is GOOD.