it doesn't get any easier to leave, no matter how many times i do it. i don't believe it will improve with time, either.

they just have to move closer to me! :)

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i do have pictures and they're downloaded, but i haven't had time to do much and i won't for the next couple of days. tomorrow is my first shift, then i flip tuesday to second. this is gonna hurt.

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i received an enthusiastic welcome home from all concerned (especially the Shittard -- he was about out of his puppy mind. i said, "What the hell are you so excited about? I don't even like dogs." to which he replied, "Shut up woman, and pick me up and scratch mah belly!" so of course, to make him stop scratching my leg in his insistence, i complied.

this time.

next time, forget it.

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the drive home was memorable in the fact that some dude in a gold rio really fucked with me on the way home. i was merging into a right lane amongst congested traffic, used my blinker (could have been my first mistake) and although it is courtesy to move into the left lane in such a situation, Golden Rio Dude did not. to punish me for my audacity, he then pulled around me, got in front, and slammed on his brakes. at sixty miles an hour. with cars and trucks behind me.

i didn't hit him, but i noticed he was flipping me off and like, screaming. yes, screaming. his passenger popped up, and i felt sorry for that person. (been there, done that.) i didn't return his gesture, but pulled into the left lane to pass him.

he pulled in front of me and slammed his brakes again.

so i pulled into the right lane.

so did he. and did the brake thing again.

i started laughing.

i couldn't help it. it was just....funny, in a really dark and twisted way.

all i could think of was...dude! you're in a Gold Rio. it's *never* going to be a Mustang, just like you're *never* gonna have a big dick.

he gunned it (gigglesnicker) and took off, and i refrained from waving buh-bye.

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and baby, that Mustang can move! there's only one feeling that's better than punching the gas and getting up to sixty (ahem) in seconds. it rumbles, growls and purrs. it's quite sexy.

yes, the pony girl and i got along great.

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i have to be up very early, and i am tired and heartsore. i thank the Universe that MackDaddy is holding the fort, and although there is no one on the face of the planet who is worthy of my Belladonna, he comes close.

and yes, my darling child, i do feel very loved.

<3

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