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200th post here.
Yesterday, I asked Daddy for ideas. "Write about how much you like things in your ass," he says. Men. I guess it's not a bad idea, but how many times can one write about...
So I spent a few hours yesterday with the plug in. What is it about plugs? Seriously, how do they make things better?! I was all frustrated, fidgety, and didn't know where I should start on my never ending list of things that need to be done. Then the plug goes in...it was magical! The frustration disappeared and I just started getting things done...don't ask me what it is I actually got done but, darn it, I got stuff done.
It's hard changing habits, especially when you are trying to change habits you've been doing for thirteen years. Seriously, the stuff that comes out of my mouth when he points out something I've done wrong, or haven't done at all, etc., etc.. Why can't I just say something like, "You're right," and leave it at that? He sure does like slapping my face...
This has to be the worst 200th post ever posted.
I have new hair. I added some highlights. Very exciting.
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Oh, I give up! Does anyone have any ideas or questions? Don't be shy. Help, please.