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The stock market has been in a tailspin, now the fox wants to guard the hen house again. It is going to hurt all of us; hard times are here for the time being.  Republican saying they are for more government regulation, now that will be the day, they have to be crossing their fingers to make a statement like that.

 

 

 

Just get out and vote in November, this election is a turning point in our nation’s history.

So, my birthday went pretty well over all until the party was crashed by our house guest's early return from Nashville. Oh well, before she showed up it was glorious. Although Donna and Perry had to cancel coming because Donna was sick, and Wyatt forgot it was that day and, well, dabbled in the recreational hooha and wasn't in any state to leave the house. Not exactly surprising, but indeed a bit disappointing.
Anyway, Greg got me some rad stuff. A diamond-tip scribe for printmaking (the diamond tip is supposed to get fine lines and never dull), a 4 pack of various sketchbooks, and a bar of exfoliating oatmeal soap. Lovely. Paula got me "Paris, Je T'aime" (DVD - quite good, I might add), "Let It Die" by Feist (absolutely fabulous; absolutely addictive), a multi pack of glow-stick bracelets (quite fun), and a book on Van Gogh. Kyle got me a Barnes and Noble and a Best Buy gift card, and Laken got me two books - 99 Ways to Cut, Sew, Tie & Rock Your Scarf, and 99 Ways to Cut, Sew, Trim, and Tie Your T-Shirt into Something Special.
Also, Greg said that the dress I was wearing would, "make men like a biscuit in your hands." Hah, how he kills me. I love him.
If you want to see a few bday pics (alas, we failed to take one of me. Imagine that), let me know and I'll share the album link with you.

Tuesday Ariel came down and spent the night. We (she, myself, and Laken) stayed up late talking, looking at photos, books, etc. All very fun. The next day we went to JC and had japanese at Moto then over to campus where we ran into Donna and spent 4 HOURS talking. Wooow. Hopefully the 4 of us (Donna, Laken, Mama, and myself) can get together for lunch sometime next week.

Thursday we kicked Suzanna (house guest) out. The plan had been for her to live with us over the summer, free of rent and utility charges, in exchange for help around the house, contribution to food bills, and of course with the expectation that she would get a job in Gville for the summer. After one month we found ourselves with money even tighter than usual, our house guest spending her days sleeping 'til noon then lying around the house chowing down on our food while watching tv, and without a job at that. And so, because she failed to live up to her end of the bargain (and seemed to think we were her maids, cooks, providers-of-food, and taxi service--without an offer for gas money, at that!), we terminated ours. Ever since she's left we've all been able to breathe so much easier.

Today I went to the doctor after developing a dry cough and discolored mucus in addition to my preexisting allergies. Apparently what I suffer from is allergic rhinitis (Hay fever). In addition to this, I have developed a touch of bronchitis. So, a shot of steroid in the hip, a dose of 4-day prescription z-pack, and a dose of Clarinex (same as Claritin) later and my nose is still retarded but my eyes are no longer begging me to claw them out. So, there are some minor improvements. Anyway, Dr. whats-his-name informed me that the best approach to hay fever is Claritin once and day along with a daily snort of Nasonex (something he also gave me a sample of). I'm a bit apprehensive about the Nasonex...just because things of that sort have been found addictive. So, I may try to forgo it if I can stand to. But anyway, hopefully the Claritin will prove to be a better medication than Benedryl, which caused me to sleep more than I was awake.

Oh, and I forgot to mention, we've a new girl at work. Well, two new ones, actually...though one has been there slightly longer. The latter is Kayla, a bleach-blond highschooler with as much intelligence as a handful of dust. Her work ethic leaves something to desire as well. The only reason she still has a job after days of work-less work is because she's related to the manager. Gotta love Subway politics, eh? Anyway, the second (newer) girl is Ashley, a dark-framed glasses wearing, impressively intelligent-for-her-age highschooler who, after 2 days, proves to have a pleasing work ethic and a personality, to boot. Also, she bears a slight resemblance to Ingrid Michaelson, though her hair is not redish and her eyes are blue, not brown.

Anyway, I'll leave you for the night with some lyrics off of the Let It Die album (something you really ought to check out if [1] you've not yet done so, [2] you like good lyrics, and/or [3] songs with a 1970'esque beat are in any way appealing to your musical tastes):


P.S. There's something rather attractive about John Steed of the 1961 – 1969 show, The Avengers. Yes, I realize he (at the time) would have been more than twice my age and he's not what most would consider "hot," but he's got an excellent persona on the show...and that bowler hat and english accent come close to giving the "lesser" Wilson a run for his money.

So after laying down for over an hour and not falling asleep, I decided to get back up.

 

So many different emotions and thoughts ran through me in that hour, as they do every night. But my last thought was quite funny.

 

I thought up a few minutes ago that it'd be really fun to wet a floor and kick around a bar of Lever 2000. You could have goals to kick it in. Lever 2000 is the slipperiest soap ever, so it would be so cool.

 

XD

And they were talking about this new drug......I've never even heard of and I 'm no saint.......it's called GHB

 

So for all you people that are lost like me, I did some research. This drug sounds like it sucks.

 

1. It's used as a date rape drug sometimes

2. It kills people pretty easy

3. It's a Depressant

 

Street Names for GHB: GHB, "G" (most common), Gamma-OH, Liquid E, Fantasy, Georgia Home Boy, Grievous Bodily Harm, Liquid X, Liquid Ecstasy (is not ecstasy), Scoop, Water, Everclear, Great Hormones at Bedtime, GBH, Soap, Easy Lay, Salty Water, G-Riffick, Cherry Meth, and Organic Quaalude, Jib

 

Description: A clear liquid. Looks just like water. Can be mistaken for water because it is usually found in a small (30ml) clear plastic bottle, a water bottle, or even Gatorade bottles, which contains several doses. One quick taste, and you'll know it's not water. Not as common, but also found as a white powder. Infact powder use is on the rise!

 

Effects: Intoxication, increased energy, happiness, talking, desire to socialize, feeling affectionate and playful, mild disinhibition, sensuality, enhanced sexual experience, muscle relaxation, loss of coordination due to loss of muscle tone, possible nausea, difficulty concentrating, loss of gag reflex.

Many people have bad reactions. These can include nausea, headaches, drowsiness, dizziness, amnesia, vomiting, loss of muscle control, respiratory problems, loss of consciousness, being conscious but unable to move, and death- Especially when combined with alcohol or other drugs.

Effects of large doses: Disinhibition, sedation, desire to sleep, rambling incoherent speech, giddiness, silliness, difficulty thinking, slurred speech, passing out, and death.

 

Effects of overdose: Sleep or deep sedation from which you cannot be awakened by any means for about three hours, and in many cases, death. Passing out while on GHB is sometimes called carpeting out, scooping out, or throwing down.

 

The University of Florida lists these effects:

Coma	Somnolence	Confusion	Unconsciousness
Seizures	Dizziness	Agitation	Respiratory Arrest
Insomnia	Nausea	Hallucinations
Anxiety	Vomiting	Bradycardia (slow heart rate)
Tremor	Weakness	Decreased respiratory effort (decreased number of breaths per minute)

 

If you want the step by step play here it is:

http://www.projectghb.org/while_sleeping/sld001.htm

 

My suggestion is avoid this drug at all costs

There were times when she was disoriented, trying to figure out  if she was  being herself, or, what?  She  thought, everyone dreams of what could be, what they want to  feel, or how it could be. He confused her. He didn't  look like she thought he  should. He didn't act  like she thought he should, and yet he seemed to  be able to devastate her, unpredictable.  She'd given herself totally  before and felt an old wave of anger hit her.  The betrayal, the surprise, the hurt, fresh  in that exact moment. She wanted to languish in happiness, she didn't want to be made feel that she'd betrayed herself being full, satisfied. She had relied on that, wrapped herself in it.

 

She reached for the water and focused on turning it on, looking around to find washcloths, whatever.  She took a breath and wiped away tears, then felt his arms smother her from behind. She could hide within those arms. She couldn't smile or speak and took a long moment, holding one hand on his arms so he  wouldn't take them away,  the other reaching adjusting the water.  He didn't release her, then  kissed the nape of her neck and she let herself be brought back to the here and now, realizing that in this reality she had, she was required to focus,  to serve, to please this man. She turned in his arms, avoided looking at him, and rested her head on his chest for a too-short moment.

 

She recovered and found herself, put him in the deep tub and sat across from him. She took the soap she'd opened earlier, worked up the washcloth  and handed it to him.  He washed from her  waist up and leaned her to him so he could wash her back and shoulders.  She turned on her knees and presented herself to him.  He reached for the soap,  and laid aside the washcloth. Soapy fingers, soft hands and a kiss, massaged her hips and thighs and the sensitive folds of her and she again turned her back on the past.  She took her turn now and washed his chest, his back, legs and and arms.  She soaped her hands and washed his cock, thighs and hips, caressing him and cupping the warm water in her hands to rinse away the soap. His cock grew heavy in her hand and she looked up smiling silently into his eyes, her confidence full now. 

 

"Hmmm. How about we take care of this in front of the fire?"  She beckoned him to stand, rinsed him and put his robe on him without toweling him.  His cock stuck out from the robe and she giggled, and grasped it, tilting her head for the expected kiss.  He had not spoken since he came in and she suddenly understood, she had him under her hand, her care. Her mind registered the moment and she took control.  She ran her other hand over his arm, and waited  for the next kiss.  She could feel she was slipping away, knew what was next and beckoned it, summoned the pain, and released herself as he took her in  his arms and carried her out nude, placing her in front of the fire on blankets.  She spread her legs wide as  he  liked her, and reached between them, opening herself for him and held  her breath. He examined her and opened her more with  his fingers.  Her eyes burned now, looking into his eyes, or when he  stared at her, watching her cum as he fingers massaged her, examining her. Still watching him, she took his hand, moved his fingers deeper, quietyly came again and whimpered for him. 

 

He put her legs over  his shoulders and pushed into her fully. She swam in her thoughts and the liquid  fire in her hips burned, as she waited for the next surge.  He was gentle, he was  relentless,              he was gentle,  he was relentless        and she felt herself fade completely,  suddenly full, suddenly spent and gasping for air.  She curled under him and shuddered, terrified.  He whispered to her and she felt adored, and ashamed, and rewarded for his pleasure.  Another notch, deeper into  damnation or salvation, she wasn't sure, but wished for hope. She had no choice, so she trusted. Another notch. 

 

The cool air stole heat from her and she held her arms out instinctively, reaching to be embraced by the heat of his skin against hers.  He slid his arms under her and the blankets, held her against  his chest and whispered in sweetly in her ear.  She whispered she didn't earn it, she didn't earn it. He whispered again  and held her tighter, until she granted his kiss and took him back into her care.  He held her and begged for another, cradling her against him.   She breathed breath into him and heard him moan as she granted each request.  She put her hand on his chest, her fingers caressing him, protecting him.