Thursday, October 26, 2006

I was just told to write Erotica....

and if I could write more than 3 sentences without laughing I would be set....

That got me thinking. I have this problem...I mean my friend... yeah....she can't capture and communicate her thoughts very well or keep them long enough to write them down. She tells me that massive amounts of thoughts flutter throught her pretty little head all day. Brilliant ones sometime, but gone in a flash.

Ok...it's me...not friend.I just always wanted to say that.

Going back to the erotica thing, which my husband told me to do. ( only because I sat down and forgot what I wanted to write). Why not erotica? Well...If I was able to caputure the never ending thoughts and write well enough to express them, erotica would be the way to go I suppose.

WHAT?

Yup. I think I'm worse than a man. Constant. In fact as I was driving JC to OT tonight, I honestly can not remember 10-15 minutes of the drive because I was living out my own little sexual fantasy in my head. Nope I'm not sharing it either...

Do I make you horny baby?

So, please tell me that I'm not the only one, because I'll feel like a big shit. Oh' my GOD! That Crookedeyebrow chick is a pervert she drives her kid around while she's thinking of sex. What a cheap gurl she is.

CUE HUSBAND'S RUNNING JOKE:

"cheap gurl...cheap gurl...cheap gurl" as if a turn signal was flashing...

LONG story.


So. long story short.
Donut is a thinker, but can't communicate what she thinks.
Makes it hard to blog about it huh?
I'll have to stick with my selfish erotica thoughts for the momment.


OH Pedro...

2 comments:

cousin amber said...

Pedro, huh.....sounds like the cabanana boy from my fantasy's name. Oh i can smell the coconut oil now....

Anonymous said...

WTF? I love you even more for this one. You are my freaking role model! xoxo