Vag Talk At GM

So, me and Melissa were hanging up at the Green Muse last night (where I do most of my writing.. as a matter of fact, I'm here now) and, as always, had the greatest conversation. It was a conversation about everything, stuff that sucks, stuff that doesn't suck, and our vaginas. I love talking about my vagina. Not to shock people, but just because it's a part of my body and has it's own very distinct personality at times.

Unfortunately during this conversation, we were squeezed pretty tight next to some random guy. The place was kind of packed. I remember at one point talking very openly about just how finicky my vagina can be. And it is finicky as shit, let me tell you. Well, it was unfortunate for the guy sitting next to me, I think.

Poor guy.

In other news, Melissa added me to the Small Happies blog, which is a collaborative effort between (now) me and four other people. Melissa started it a couple months ago in an attempt (I think) to take time to appreciate the little things in life. Anyway, check it out. There's definately something for everyone with that many people and interests contributing to it. I'm looking forward to it. I made my first post yesterday.

Oh yeah, and to update what I wrote yesterday, I talked to my surrogate child today and all is well. They got all the water cleaned up, no one at his house got hurt or anything. Just a little water logged. I didn't hear from him until later this evening. I could have strangled the little shit, but, what can you do? I told him I was worried and asked why he didn't call, and I know my tone was edging on bitching-in-30 (30 seconds, mind you) when he said, "I know. I'm sorry." The way he said it melted me and the bitch backed off into her cage. So, he's okay. The house is kind of okay. All the animals are fine, etc etc.

Now I must go. My vagina hungers and I require a cookie.