Laura Strikes Again !
hi again,
it all started when a friend of mine from NY used to tell ppl who accused her of whatever, "that's right, blame it on the little white girl". both of us are tall white girls, me being taller.
anyhow, so yeah, i told my mom bout my sideline whilst she was on her throne, like where else would she be. when i came out here in 2005 and carolyn told me she practically held court from her porcelain perch, i thought my sweet sister couldn't be serious. how wrong i was. I told mom today about my sideline. she was suprisingly open minded about it. after all , she knew i did phone sex. she actually made a comment on the phone sex adding her rendition of an orgasm. loud and obnoxious. i had to beg her to stop. picture your mother, moaning, oohing , ahhhing and adding a few choice words. noone wants that kind of audio visual starring a parent figure, do they?
i'm getting sidetracked. after i told mom i work out of a well established dungeon and that i am always fully clothed and that there is absolutely no exchange of bodily emmissions(even tho' i let them think there will be), she was quite ok with it. i made her swear she would not tell Susan and that if she let it slip, I would tell Susan that she must be having a bad reaction to her meds and once again is delusional. Having already told Susan that mom wanted me to pick up a Mr. Potato Head for richard, i think i've neatly laid the groundwork for susan not taking at face value, anything that mom might let inadverdantly(sp?) slip.
yes I am loyal to mom, but looking out for number one, i still want that free ride to the airport. if susan were to learn that i am a dominatrix, there would either be hell to pay, which for me would constitute her endless, not just off and on proselityzing, and or having to pay for a shuttle or some similar transport to lax(ative).
oh, and i learned just yesterday that susan is gonna have the devil child for 2 days, along with the white (b)rat dog while eric and hope bask away in palm springs for 2 days.
susan was like, oh that dog's barking gets on my nerves. i was like, U volunteered to take the stupid thing, dont complain now. Then she informs me she doesnt like the idea of him going to a kennel. If his going to a kennel means peace and quiet with out that shrill bark for 2 days, i'm all for his being there.
Susan's house is fulla spiders. Just felt one crawling up my leg, tickling. think i squished it by accident. i try not to kill spiders unless i know they are harmful. they eat pesty bugs.
speaking of annoying tickling sensations, bella, her spoiled pomeranian, has this massively annoying habit of licking my legs. especially after i've just applied lotion. it tickles and the dog saliva makes me itch. not to mention, that despite all susan's frou frou treatment of her, bathing her once a week, blow drying her hair, spritzing on some kinda doggie finishing spray and or canine perfume, what it boils down to is that she is still a dog and will roll in male dog urine or male dog excrement at the first opportunity. Then she jumps into susan's bed. I love it.
it's one o'clock. think u, i should start a live journal with all my musings? much the way u do urs? would help to let off steam. esp dealing with the ppl at work. my next big investment is a computer. or mp3 enablement for my car. gotta go to sleep. it's one ten am. i know u will have to be up in 3 or so hours to hang with richard. he was saying earlier this evening how he doesnt want to go to disney land tomorrow because he has to get up early. he suggested to rod that the two of them go together. i jumped in, yes, rod, that would be perfect. father and son alone at last. at the magic kingdom. making my voice all syrupy. i was rewarded with one of his famous looks.
the last time we all went to disney, it was me, carolyn, rod, richard and mom. we took turns pushing the wheelchair cause mom didnt want to pay for a scooter. she wasnt 'so hopped up on meds then. nowadays, i would severely hesitate to put her in any kinda drivers seat. ( would be fun to watch her mowing ppl down tho'. )
when it was my turn, i was pushing her past part of the green water that all the boats float in and i had let go of the wheelchair to point out some ducks. the chair started rolling down a little hill and mom screamed like i'd let her wheelchair plummet down a san francisco hill. "WHAT THE HELL'S THE MATTER WITH YOU???!!! GRAB MY CHAIR!!! ( the hill was a slight 1' incline) (ok so maybe it was 2, but not a 90 degree angle.) all she hadda do was put out one of her feet and the thing would have stopped. but you know of mom's penchance for histrionics.
carolyn remembers mom being constantly hungry and cold. i remember mom and rod nipping off to the smoking area every chance they got and then on the tram ride back to the car, richard, who was about 4 at the time, exclaiming that he would like to come to d'land the following week. rod then replied, "well, it's good to want, son; it builds character". i don't think rod's ever wanted much outta his life, if his statement is to be taken at face value.
nitey nite,
laura
it all started when a friend of mine from NY used to tell ppl who accused her of whatever, "that's right, blame it on the little white girl". both of us are tall white girls, me being taller.
anyhow, so yeah, i told my mom bout my sideline whilst she was on her throne, like where else would she be. when i came out here in 2005 and carolyn told me she practically held court from her porcelain perch, i thought my sweet sister couldn't be serious. how wrong i was. I told mom today about my sideline. she was suprisingly open minded about it. after all , she knew i did phone sex. she actually made a comment on the phone sex adding her rendition of an orgasm. loud and obnoxious. i had to beg her to stop. picture your mother, moaning, oohing , ahhhing and adding a few choice words. noone wants that kind of audio visual starring a parent figure, do they?
i'm getting sidetracked. after i told mom i work out of a well established dungeon and that i am always fully clothed and that there is absolutely no exchange of bodily emmissions(even tho' i let them think there will be), she was quite ok with it. i made her swear she would not tell Susan and that if she let it slip, I would tell Susan that she must be having a bad reaction to her meds and once again is delusional. Having already told Susan that mom wanted me to pick up a Mr. Potato Head for richard, i think i've neatly laid the groundwork for susan not taking at face value, anything that mom might let inadverdantly(sp?) slip.
yes I am loyal to mom, but looking out for number one, i still want that free ride to the airport. if susan were to learn that i am a dominatrix, there would either be hell to pay, which for me would constitute her endless, not just off and on proselityzing, and or having to pay for a shuttle or some similar transport to lax(ative).
oh, and i learned just yesterday that susan is gonna have the devil child for 2 days, along with the white (b)rat dog while eric and hope bask away in palm springs for 2 days.
susan was like, oh that dog's barking gets on my nerves. i was like, U volunteered to take the stupid thing, dont complain now. Then she informs me she doesnt like the idea of him going to a kennel. If his going to a kennel means peace and quiet with out that shrill bark for 2 days, i'm all for his being there.
Susan's house is fulla spiders. Just felt one crawling up my leg, tickling. think i squished it by accident. i try not to kill spiders unless i know they are harmful. they eat pesty bugs.
speaking of annoying tickling sensations, bella, her spoiled pomeranian, has this massively annoying habit of licking my legs. especially after i've just applied lotion. it tickles and the dog saliva makes me itch. not to mention, that despite all susan's frou frou treatment of her, bathing her once a week, blow drying her hair, spritzing on some kinda doggie finishing spray and or canine perfume, what it boils down to is that she is still a dog and will roll in male dog urine or male dog excrement at the first opportunity. Then she jumps into susan's bed. I love it.
it's one o'clock. think u, i should start a live journal with all my musings? much the way u do urs? would help to let off steam. esp dealing with the ppl at work. my next big investment is a computer. or mp3 enablement for my car. gotta go to sleep. it's one ten am. i know u will have to be up in 3 or so hours to hang with richard. he was saying earlier this evening how he doesnt want to go to disney land tomorrow because he has to get up early. he suggested to rod that the two of them go together. i jumped in, yes, rod, that would be perfect. father and son alone at last. at the magic kingdom. making my voice all syrupy. i was rewarded with one of his famous looks.
the last time we all went to disney, it was me, carolyn, rod, richard and mom. we took turns pushing the wheelchair cause mom didnt want to pay for a scooter. she wasnt 'so hopped up on meds then. nowadays, i would severely hesitate to put her in any kinda drivers seat. ( would be fun to watch her mowing ppl down tho'. )
when it was my turn, i was pushing her past part of the green water that all the boats float in and i had let go of the wheelchair to point out some ducks. the chair started rolling down a little hill and mom screamed like i'd let her wheelchair plummet down a san francisco hill. "WHAT THE HELL'S THE MATTER WITH YOU???!!! GRAB MY CHAIR!!! ( the hill was a slight 1' incline) (ok so maybe it was 2, but not a 90 degree angle.) all she hadda do was put out one of her feet and the thing would have stopped. but you know of mom's penchance for histrionics.
carolyn remembers mom being constantly hungry and cold. i remember mom and rod nipping off to the smoking area every chance they got and then on the tram ride back to the car, richard, who was about 4 at the time, exclaiming that he would like to come to d'land the following week. rod then replied, "well, it's good to want, son; it builds character". i don't think rod's ever wanted much outta his life, if his statement is to be taken at face value.
nitey nite,
laura
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