dishwasher disaster
Yeah, so I fraked up the new dishwasher 'cause I didn't frakin' know what I was doing. It has 2 cycles, rapic & heavy scrub -- it ran all nite 'cause I had the button set to rapid, but the knob set to pots & pans. The other night, I made the same mistake, but rectified it by turning the knob manually, right in the middle of a conversation with a bi bsdm chic. Had to let her go; it was getting late.
Now last nite we made the same mistake -- I did. Trish insisted I had the knob set wrong. I should've listened to her. She's a smart Bumble Bee Girl.
Besides this, Trish has OK'ed the 3sum with Valerie, which I've written the woman about, but I'm not going to pursue it into Val's non-Hot or Not email; I think she reads that on Sundays; mostly just 'cause I want to make sure Trish won't pull another Kim. All of a sudden the woman has an ugly face; pure superficial judgment.
So now Trish is afraid that the dishwasher won't be ready in time for breakfast. Should. Once you kick in the rapid cycle, it's... well, rapid..
Not much else happening. I had leftover chicken for lunch the other day; created awesome lasagna goulash with the aid of corn starch; went out with Karen & Trish yesterday -- Karen called to buy us breakfast just at the point when I started to cook it.
& oh yeah, I Critter'd a guy's 2nd chance mss. as I needed the credit & he needed the extra review.
Now, I have to remain enthralled by typewriter fever long enough to get "Galaxies Controlling Fate" in the email. The disorganization of schizophrenia is the key component here; the speed-high of mania the driving force behind wanting to have *fun* with a 2nd woman. This is why I'm turning the Internet off soon -- get some writing done before breakfast -- & wanna take it easy on the bizarre sex; Trish has gone from love to lust to hate before, she might do it again. Only the prospect that she might actually be bi keeps me searching for a mainline on the 'net.
It'll be just like Sister Ray said... sucking on my ding-dong; she couldn't slip it in sideways.
Now last nite we made the same mistake -- I did. Trish insisted I had the knob set wrong. I should've listened to her. She's a smart Bumble Bee Girl.
Besides this, Trish has OK'ed the 3sum with Valerie, which I've written the woman about, but I'm not going to pursue it into Val's non-Hot or Not email; I think she reads that on Sundays; mostly just 'cause I want to make sure Trish won't pull another Kim. All of a sudden the woman has an ugly face; pure superficial judgment.
So now Trish is afraid that the dishwasher won't be ready in time for breakfast. Should. Once you kick in the rapid cycle, it's... well, rapid..
Not much else happening. I had leftover chicken for lunch the other day; created awesome lasagna goulash with the aid of corn starch; went out with Karen & Trish yesterday -- Karen called to buy us breakfast just at the point when I started to cook it.
& oh yeah, I Critter'd a guy's 2nd chance mss. as I needed the credit & he needed the extra review.
Now, I have to remain enthralled by typewriter fever long enough to get "Galaxies Controlling Fate" in the email. The disorganization of schizophrenia is the key component here; the speed-high of mania the driving force behind wanting to have *fun* with a 2nd woman. This is why I'm turning the Internet off soon -- get some writing done before breakfast -- & wanna take it easy on the bizarre sex; Trish has gone from love to lust to hate before, she might do it again. Only the prospect that she might actually be bi keeps me searching for a mainline on the 'net.
It'll be just like Sister Ray said... sucking on my ding-dong; she couldn't slip it in sideways.
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