Flower Thick

Yes, my head is still up my ass.

Meaning, I have still to crack this facade of blah and emerge the Seether. Yeah, the Seether; remember that old Veruca Salt song? I dig that song... It so aids my trauma.

Things seem to be better today though, as far as my attitude and clarity.
Tackling alot of items on my to-do list helped. And I think that if I apply my attention to all things non-maternal I should be fine. No, that doesn't mean ignore my children... That means simply; okay, the eldest is leaving on a jet plane today... the youngest at school. I have a couple hours of sanity to turn this around; and a great night ahead of me. Cha. Which is another reason why I must reboot.

To re-cap yesterday:
I had a job interview yesterday afternoon; decent commute, good money; extremely white collar... dig it. I know the interview went well, as we all hit if off from the get-go. I felt pretty confident, and my interviewers seemed very down to Earth, which helped.

Although, I did have an issue with my garter belt, which decided to un-snap half way to the interview in traffic. So me, hiking up skirt and fixing... noticed the semi sitting at the light next to me... Alright, yes I've been known for fucking with the truck drivers... Poor guy looked stressed, so I popped a couple of buttons on the blouse, grabbed the tube of lipstick, and gave him a nice thigh shot.
That truck driver had a great afternoon, I tell ya.
The naughty girl slightly surfacing... and then-- nothing.

Meetings tackled, and other responsibilities accomplished... today is a day to play (after of course the airport).

Husband and I watched a new porno (well, not new.. but new to us). This particular film was banned after it's release due to the innocent undertones. No, it did not have children in it.. that would surely stifle any plans to have sex ever again.
I draw the line strongly at child pornography... BIG no-no. Child porn and beastiality is the anti-christ.
After the movie, we played a little... satisfying, but nothing to write about. I think we are saving our tricks for tonight.
The naughty girl slightly surfacing... and then-- nothing.

Alright that's about it for yesterday; let's talk today, shall we?
Dinner tonight at the Red heads. SO, I will need to make sure I am on the ball... or rather have atleast one in my mouth.

Airport... yeah. I wonder what it would take to get a strip search? With my luck I'll have that greasy old man fumbling his crooked nicotine-stained fingers over my mid-section... or that burly almost man-like woman groping my breasts like Charmin.
*sigh*

I must admit that one of my readers had me going yesterday, almost to the point I was ready to grab my alternate and get in the right frame of mine.
The naughty girl slightly surfacing... and then-- nothing.

Ultimately, I wound up ramming my head into the wall instead... repeating "why, why, why..."
After airport I must travel to the place (I call the underworld) and get some creative juices flowing... wish me luck.