Some women would like that

" hun if you could just lose about 30 pounds I'd be so proud of you, you're out there and Anchorage representing me on the lodge and I can think, there you are my hot wife "

But here I am being loved admired licked and kissed by men who like me just the way I am.
But in the hot tub be asked me if I still wanted that Mercedes-Benz period I'd really rather have a Lexus. If I have to live this doll and boring slave kind of existence Alexis would help a lot.

So many women want a sugar daddy I just want to be lick and kissed and cuddled.

Before there was....

A cell phone.
A Facebook.
A chat room.
A blog.
There was you.
In the darkest,
Coldness,
Wilderness,
There was you.
This light,
A breath,
Happyness.
Spontaneously ignited. From somewhere beyond us both.
It was,
It is,
Maybe before time.

I hide from my feelings

It feels like broken glass  and tangled twine.

How can one man going away be so sad?

He was my light on darkest days. Something to look forward to just knowing he would pass the house.

He walked through dreams,  when he thought of me, it cloaked me with comfort.

Good morning ♡

♡

From far away the truck driver still watches over me.
An occasional like to a post on facebook. 

I miss his presence in my world. 

It leaves Tuesday

Imagine a world where your things disappear because it's his house he owns it, and you never see them again.  All without your permission, or knowledge it was moved until you are looking for it.

Imagine being interrupted while fixing a sandwich,  or any other tasks, bombarded by by questions on why, and how you are doing something.  Every move Mico managed. If you comment it becomes an argument.  So you stuff all feelings, and words. Nod, and move in.
Fix it when he leaves.  The list is long.

It leaves in 2 days. I can breath again then.

(By the way, i own the house and have put at least 1/2 million of my own cash in it. My name is on the deed.)

This should be very interesting

I am siting in this  place called humpies. A cute young night life place.
It's across from the PAC
Proforming arts center.

I truly needed a break from lodge life. So invited a few friends,  well iam despite.
Not too many people enjoy opera.
So this person is a first timer.

Not only that....

She among other things  us an Elvis Presley impersonator.

An eighties rocker by trade. She is in town training to be a bud tender.
Yes, it is now legal here.

My search started on facebook.  No takers.

I have been going through this weird life change. Turning into an old person.

My Accuputure person, and qigong massage people have frightening words of wisdom.

My life will come out in the open. What was unseen will be seen.

If I had a life. But just my old ways open ....

Dear lord.