Soooo...I realized I never did post about how the ginger root went.


Edited for your delicate eyes:
from the email I sent out the next morning to a close friend


I came home to find a piece of ginger root under the Christmas tree, he's so funny.

We started off by having nice hot showers and then lighting candles to set the mood....matchstick size piece and inserted it into ..... While that was simmering he rubbed ........piece around my ........ and then traced it to my .......... where I really started to feel the tingle. He massaged my ........with it and then .......... into ... and .......... me with it. As I neared my first ....... he gently ........ ginger around my ..................... but I was too resistant ...................... for a little while and then very shallowly. We were about 15 minutes into the "figging" when all of the tingling (from my ...., ....., ......., ....... and ...........) combined to form one glorious sensation! I felt like my whole body was on fire (in a good way) and when he went ....... on me I actually ........ like you wouldn't believe. I had the most intense and fabulous ....... (many many ......). After I was done we made love ........................oh I don't even know.

What do you think? I think you should try it. Soon.
WARNING: Ours were about 2 weeks old and a bit past their prime so they had lost some of the potency and I think that was a good thing. It was still really intense.


Can we go build a little cabin in there somewhere?

I'm making some good progress with the paper. 11 pages down, 30 to go. Well, maybe just 20-25. It will still be 10 pages before I can tell. Anyway...My life is this research right now and I'm not even all that pleased with my progress.

I have so much more to write about. Stuff of substance, I think. I just can't find the right words to express myself lately. I make a butchery of all my conversations, in real life and online. Sometimes, I even find the right words, in my head, but there's something preventing me from saying them. I'm sabotaging perfectly good conversation with my silence, or worse, my fumblings.

I'm just burnt out. Last semester-itis?

I've been doing some job hunting. It's so strange to search for the kind of jobs I'm qualified for....It's like, it shouldn't be right. Director of what? (kidding)
I told Michael that this silly little piece of paper shouldn't entitle me to this kind of power, status, and ability to advance. It seems unfair.

Go back and get your education.
No one can ever take that from you (my theme for this evening).

I'm going to go veg-out now.