K. Fantasy, no dilettante
No more Kimothy fantasies for this submarine Captain, now exiled & without a ship. I wish I had a U-boat so I could re-imprint on Trish & forget the K. Fantasy. The last time that I dropped Viagra, I fantasized heavily about she of the Noncorean boobs, & it bothered Trish -- no, drove her to paranoia.
She started to tell me her fantasies, I told her mine. Although I'd actually fantasized about Kim more heavily the night before, this time, the talk of invisible hooters seemed to frighten my wife.
I feel that, whatever turns you on, run with it & don't act it out. My problem is that Trish fantasizes about movie stars, while I tend to go with things that are possible, yet just out of reach, very Holy Grail. Movie stars do nothing for me.
I should've paid the fine on the book & slept with the damn Vadisystem. Just when she was finally growing up. Oh, well. There's Hope for me now.
Since Trish became so agitated & Leery, I finally confessed that Kimothy had come when she was at work, wanting sex, & that I'd refused, that Kim had cried & left awhile later.
Then yesterday, I edited my home page, adding a "buy my book" link. I had a frustrating experience right before I cooked my meat loaf TV dinner: when I tried to upload my index.htm file, it gave me an error message. After lunch, it worked OK. So I assumed my position in the Captain's chair & listened to the Tangerine Dream & Herbie & the Dreamers CDs in the changer. At 2:30 the doorbell rang.
Kim.
I said, "busy" in sign, just to get rid of her. I don't want her coming over because of all that transpired between the 3 of us. Trish feels the same way.
Trish called right around 2:45. It'd been a slow day. I told Trish that I'd once more kicked the woman out, but the K. Fantasy persists. The only reason I used it on top of the Viagra is that I still had difficulties with Mr. ED. Like I said, a real atomic submarine would blast me away from that, but without Clean Noncorean I don't know where to find any.
Trish wants us both to come in to see Charlene Upstairs about the dildo. Dr. Vicki said, "Kim is a dildo". Vibrato & vibrator, the semen-song.
I reheated the leftover casserole in the fry pan right around suppertime, One-chain Willy & the U-boat for the band singing, "Mr., clap your feet".
Trish did a little bit of laundry in the evening, while we watched Aerosmith. Keith called, to let me know his dad's still in the hospital, & that he'd inherited a big house from Bonnie's mom. Joe called, & we discussed computers (what else?), to the effect of, it should be possible to download & upload without switching off the firewall. He said Fearless Taco might be able to help, but the last time I called, he had to go somewhere -- he always has to go somewhere.
When the DVD finished, we watched a Hannah Montana marathon on Disney. A cute show, but definitely for kids.
Today, I have to get my blood pressure checked, as I'm off Cardura. Since it's so close to the Layout, I'll go there for lunch. There's absolutely nothing to do down there, but perhaps I'll be able to play Pyramid for a bit. I wish that there were other people down there who share my interests, even if it is only skiffy. I wish there was someone there I could have an intelligent, intellectual conversation with, instead of getting into endless arguments with Cheri.
Hopefully, Kim won't try to come over again today. Or soon. Trish just wouldn't be able to handle it. I can't, either.
She has coping skills. She'll get by until Friday.
She started to tell me her fantasies, I told her mine. Although I'd actually fantasized about Kim more heavily the night before, this time, the talk of invisible hooters seemed to frighten my wife.
I feel that, whatever turns you on, run with it & don't act it out. My problem is that Trish fantasizes about movie stars, while I tend to go with things that are possible, yet just out of reach, very Holy Grail. Movie stars do nothing for me.
I should've paid the fine on the book & slept with the damn Vadisystem. Just when she was finally growing up. Oh, well. There's Hope for me now.
Since Trish became so agitated & Leery, I finally confessed that Kimothy had come when she was at work, wanting sex, & that I'd refused, that Kim had cried & left awhile later.
Then yesterday, I edited my home page, adding a "buy my book" link. I had a frustrating experience right before I cooked my meat loaf TV dinner: when I tried to upload my index.htm file, it gave me an error message. After lunch, it worked OK. So I assumed my position in the Captain's chair & listened to the Tangerine Dream & Herbie & the Dreamers CDs in the changer. At 2:30 the doorbell rang.
Kim.
I said, "busy" in sign, just to get rid of her. I don't want her coming over because of all that transpired between the 3 of us. Trish feels the same way.
Trish called right around 2:45. It'd been a slow day. I told Trish that I'd once more kicked the woman out, but the K. Fantasy persists. The only reason I used it on top of the Viagra is that I still had difficulties with Mr. ED. Like I said, a real atomic submarine would blast me away from that, but without Clean Noncorean I don't know where to find any.
Trish wants us both to come in to see Charlene Upstairs about the dildo. Dr. Vicki said, "Kim is a dildo". Vibrato & vibrator, the semen-song.
I reheated the leftover casserole in the fry pan right around suppertime, One-chain Willy & the U-boat for the band singing, "Mr., clap your feet".
Trish did a little bit of laundry in the evening, while we watched Aerosmith. Keith called, to let me know his dad's still in the hospital, & that he'd inherited a big house from Bonnie's mom. Joe called, & we discussed computers (what else?), to the effect of, it should be possible to download & upload without switching off the firewall. He said Fearless Taco might be able to help, but the last time I called, he had to go somewhere -- he always has to go somewhere.
When the DVD finished, we watched a Hannah Montana marathon on Disney. A cute show, but definitely for kids.
Today, I have to get my blood pressure checked, as I'm off Cardura. Since it's so close to the Layout, I'll go there for lunch. There's absolutely nothing to do down there, but perhaps I'll be able to play Pyramid for a bit. I wish that there were other people down there who share my interests, even if it is only skiffy. I wish there was someone there I could have an intelligent, intellectual conversation with, instead of getting into endless arguments with Cheri.
Hopefully, Kim won't try to come over again today. Or soon. Trish just wouldn't be able to handle it. I can't, either.
She has coping skills. She'll get by until Friday.
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