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Simple pleasures My upstairs neighbor broke a glass on my terrace. Today, I threw on some old sweatpants and meticulously combed for shards in the warmth of the evening sun. I took my time and and enjoyed the experience.
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Wearing these soft, thin capri pajama bottoms with a tank top. And feeling like the sexiest woman in them even though the mirror suggests otherwise. Shake it til ya make it | |
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Everyone knows that the sexiest woman in the world is the distaff half of Brenchel.
Only 60 more sleeps 'til BB14, Jules! | |
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I can't wait! I'm looking forward to a whole new batch of houseguests. Shake it til ya make it | |
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Me, too!
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Watching my mother-in-law [83 old] hold her newest great granddaughter [2 months old]. Prince's Sarah | |
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Comfortably wearing my sidestripe workout shorts down to my knees, & vigorously beating off to free onion-booty porn from the internet, with the window half-open so that I can feel the cool spring breeze tenderly brush thru the hairs on my fat ass.
[Edited 5/14/12 20:01pm] | |
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Sitting in the backyard reading a book as a pair of Bluejays flies around overhead, using the clogged roof gutters as a birdbath... By St. Boogar and all the saints at the backside door of Purgatory! | |
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-Drinking a glass of red wine while watching an old classic Marlon Brando film on TV.
-Cooking a gourmet meal for myself while wearing comfy yoga pants and just a tank top with music playing in the background. [Edited 5/14/12 6:32am] I will forever love and miss you...my sweet Prince. | |
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Driving a winding road in southwest Wisconsin on a sunny day, past Frank Lloyd Wright's ancestral farmstead, with the sunroof open and Parade coming through the speakers. (This is how I'm spending my lunch hour today.) We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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You should write poetry. 99.9% of everything I say is strictly for my own entertainment | |
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Listening and sometimes dancing to music at my house. Basically a lazy day at home. 99.9% of everything I say is strictly for my own entertainment | |
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