I get spanked for all the flaws. I get bent only just because I can. Another year has come and gone and I find it isn't as amusing as it was thinking about it ahead of time. Don't get me wrong, I am thankful for every sleeping second I get. It's just that there's this hourglass on some person's desk where the bottom is just that little bit fatter like my own...you know, like it is a crude translucent representation of self. And the master or mastress of it is watching it and mischievously rubbing hands together with anticipation as if they gained another soul to shovel coal in the engines of hell.
I know time is running out. To hear my family tell it you would think I fell out of my mother's "woohoo" announcing that very fact with a brown cloak and the bell of doom and a little crate to stand upon. Pealing with a deep gong this little infant screams "you're all dying so shut up!"
I seriously have enjoyed every single bitter moment and memory. Who wouldn't? It has given me food for thought and fuel for ambition even if I squandered my time on mind altering drugs and sated thighs! I know in my heart I have helped more than my fair share and I may be tired but I know I ain't done yet. So what does the big brazen Mobe want for her birthday?? In truth? I want enough men willing and accepting to see just how fucking long it will take me to tire and give in and then I want it published on the 6 o'clock news in every city across the world with my ugly mug with a secret smile on it like a Cheshire cat who got her mouse! Lobo will suddenly wake up tomorrow morning a willful and ambitious almost fifteen year old who is more than willing to help her fellow man or woman and always doing the right thing and never begrudging that she did or mouthing off when she was caught when she didn't. When my eyes open the love of my life has a perfectly cooked plate of rippled eggs with cheese and rye toast with (real)butter and seedless blackberry preserves and a tasse of espresso with a dash of cognac. There'd be a newspaper on the tray and he will be naked and horny but patient and my legs won't be the fuck jobs they have been and my body will essentially look the same but work 150% better than it has as far as "ills" go! My day will be filled with lust and the smell of liquor, sex and chocolate and if he's real naughty and wants to make me smile a little blood!(gotta love a good bite or two to show them who's boss and let them mark their territory too)
Alas, I will accept the screaming and hollering and the dog running amok and my family in it's traditional chaotic mood so long as one of them whispers a "hello, happy old lady day" and then leaves me alone for some solitudinal thinking. I love my friends and associates and my family. Am thankful for another sunset and the ability to thrive despite the world being designed by humans for humans! I will arise at noonish, shower, wax and get dressed. Lobo will come home at two-thirty and we will rush out the door and head to my therapists office where I will have plenty to say about the crap from the last two weeks. Then I think dinner is in order, either take-out or eat-in and off to my sister's house as I have been neglectful of my brother's twin whilst moving and getting settled in. Bingo last night with her was excruciating and I wasn't much company so I miss her even though she's a pain in the ass....another day, another year and another sunset, it's all the same to me. ~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves
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