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My Life Thus Far
2007-05-07 00:49:54 (UTC)

Sick Of Laundry

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I'm sick of laundry, but I'm so close to being finished, I
can't give up now. All I have left to do is hang my work
clothes and put Kiki's away. Then I'll change the sheets
on my bed and be done with it for this week. I still need
to wash and dry Annie's, but I don't put her's away, so I
don't count hers. She'll be 8 this month, she has no
chores, she can do something to help out around here.

Snookums has sent me a slue of naughty e-mails today. I
feel bad for him, because he's suffering. I'm not. Not
really. I have to pretend that I am though, so he doesn't
get suspicious. Apparently he relieves his "pressure" in a
sock in his rack while he sniffs a pair of panties I sent
him (I spritzed them with Dream Angel's Desire). It's both
funny and sad at the same time. Although I guess I should
be glad he's fantasizing about me and not bending some
other chick over a filing cabinet in some hidden office in
the depths of the ship. Not that I wouldn't deserve the
pain of knowing he had, but I'm still glad he hasn't. Why
am I even talking about this?

I have nothing else to talk about. I guess I'll go back to
my laundry. Ciao.




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