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Posted on 2011.11.26 at 21:32
Current Mood: gigglygiggly
Sandra: "Nooo! Nothing goes into the butt without a flared base, do you hear me?!"


Posted on 2011.11.26 at 00:10
Current Mood: depressedhomesick
Right now my brain is duking it out between two modes:


2. I get to go home in 3 weeks!!!!!

This is the first time that I'm actually longing to go home over break. Last break I was looking forward to it, yeah. I wanted to see Don, of course. But I would have been equally content to have him come here and lounge on the beach for 2 weeks. I wasn't terribly anxious to see home.

This break I want to be home so badly my teeth ache. I want to breathe cold air and see my breath frost up. I want to see Christmas lights and hear snow crunching under my feet. I want to smell winter. I know some of you are thinking, "Shut the fuck up, you whore! You live in the goddamn Caribbean!" And yeah, that's great, usually. But 90+ degree days, every day, 365 days a year with no seasons can really begin to fuck with you psychologically when you're not accustomed to it. It's like time doesn't pass. For real, guys, I just went and checked weather.com and it is midnight here and 79 degrees F. In late November.

My friend Angie has lived her entire life in Puerto Rico, has never seen snow or the seasons changing. I invited her to come swimming with me this weekend and she was like, "Are you crazy? It's winter!" I don't notice much of a difference. It's a little cooler, sure, but we're talking a change of like 10 degrees here, from 95 to 85 F. That's cold to her. I only hope she doesn't get placed for clinics in Minnesota or the Northeast coast.

Posted on 2011.11.24 at 22:55
Current Mood: lovedin lust
Liiiiiick. Mine now! MINE!

Everything about these shoes screams, "Tie me up and spank me. I've been a bad, bad girl."

Posted on 2011.11.13 at 17:33
Current Mood: enthralledenthralled
Thank you, Denise, for turning me on to Sex Nerd Sandra. Her latest podcast on hardcore roleplay? So much <3 <3 <3!!!

Posted on 2011.11.12 at 20:55
Current Mood: discontentdiscontent
I'm really hoping that this dress is on sale by the time I get home. Because I could so make that work with some opaque black tights and these shoes.

Of course sweater dresses would come into style while I am unable to fully enjoy them. I have the kind of figure that makes them sing, and the kind of legs that can pull off the high top boots that look fabulous with them.

Posted on 2011.11.01 at 20:47
Current Mood: hopefulhopeful
So yesterday I decided to toss my hat into the ring for a pretty important gig co-contributing to a blog with an enormous and worldwide readership. It was a whim. I just thought, "Hey, that'd be cool." Sent an email expressing interest and thought nothing would probably come of it, but oh well.

The more I thought of it, though, the more I realized that I should have made a stronger case. A large and diverse readership is a great opportunity to get key issues and matters that are important to me in veterinary medicine heard. I could have a platform that is desperately needed to talk about why Cesar Millan isn't a dog behavior expert, or why diatomaceous earth isn't an effective anti-parasitic no matter how many websites say it is.

Damn. I fucked up. Hopefully I'll at least get an email back and can represent myself better in reply. I'll keep you guys posted. But um, if I get this... Yeah. That could be huge.

Posted on 2011.11.01 at 16:03
Current Mood: amusedamused
Don: Is the podcast like sex advice or stories or what?

me: yeah, it's like advice, tips, crazy fun anecdotes

Don: Are you going to get weird ideas and then ask me to do them?

me: no

Don: Damn.

me: most of the handjob advice was stuff i already do

Don: Not like that bit in Cosmo I read at Wal-Mart a couple of months ago that recommended Indian burns, in so many words

me: no, she recommended the twist, but not doing it opposite ways with both hands
i already do the twist and something she called the beer can

Don: The beer can?

me: yeah, you keep your thumb, ring finger and pinkie in place and then slip your index and middle finger over the head in a tipping motion

Don: Oh

me: she gives good advice, i guess i just hadn't realized how clueless most people were
and her guest host was a guy who was all, "I feel weird telling them how to play with my cock and what feels nice and what doesn't."
i wanted to slap him
how easy was it for us? you went, "Hey, I like it when you do that thing where you tilt your head from side to side." and i went, "Okay!" and then blowjobs got better

Don: Yup

me: the one thing that she mentioned that i knew but it is really counter intuitive for most girls was to not focus too much on the head

Don: How so?
Like the head being the head of the penis or the act of the blowjob?

me: head of the penis
like if that's all you're doing and you're doing a lot of really focused, intense pressure and friction on the head it can become too much
like when i rub circles on the head of your cock and make you twitch like a fish on dry land

Don: You bitch.

me: lol

Posted on 2011.10.29 at 14:41
Current Mood: sleepysleepy
Maybe it's a little bit wrong and a lot pretentious of me, but I am so fucking happy I am not like 99% of my high school graduating class. I read a Facebook status this morning that completely floored me with how mundane it was and how thrilled this person was to be sharing the news that she used some coupons to get good deals at Old Navy and her son told her he needed to use the potty. That's the highlight of her day. That's... sad. And then I look out the window and see the ocean right there, and reflect on the fact that I've traveled farther than she is ever likely to and that someday soon I am going to be a fucking doctor and I can't help but feel relief that my life isn't at all similar to hers. Who knows, maybe she feels the same way about me. That's cool. But the sheer domesticality and humdrumness of being excited over coupons and potty-training is something I feel fortunate to have escaped from.

Posted on 2011.10.27 at 21:39
Current Mood: amusedamused
What I love about my husband...

Me: "Angie and I actually talked about that."

Don: "About blowing one of your professors?"

Me: "Yeah, if one of them ever tried to extort sex for a passing grade if we were failing a class."

Don: "What did you decide?"

Me: "It's unethical. I'd be pissed as hell about it, but I wouldn't hesitate. I'm over $60,000 in debt. I would suck that dick like a pro."

Don: "I honestly don't think I'd blame you if you did."

Me: "You're assuming I'd tell you."

Don: "No, I know you wouldn't. Thank you, by the way. Don't ever tell me if one of your professors blackmails a blowjob out of you."

Me: "Deal."

Posted on 2011.10.21 at 21:04
Current Mood: tiredtired
I love how even when we're separated for 5 months, Don and I are still completely on the same wavelength. Our conversations so far have had a common thread about how fucking happy we are that we're together, and stable, and healthy and HAPPY even seven years later and how we can't even imagine starting the process all over again. Dating sounds exhausting. Getting to know someone on the same level again and all the time and effort required to building a fucking life together... Ugh. No. Do not want.

We also decided that the hardest part, should we ever be forced to split up and eventually remarry or re-relationship, will be the wealth of shared experience we have together. We've known each other since we were fucking sixteen. No one else outside of our immediate circle of friends can we turn to and say, "Hey remember that time when Eib blah blah blah or Cline la dee da?" It would be like 10 or so years of our life just got whited out because we couldn't ever talk about that stuff with a new spouse/significant other without feeling a pang for the fact that they don't get it like he or I would.

Anyway, these are the things that boring married couples talk about when they haven't seen each other in forever. How fucking happy we are that we're actually happy and don't hate each other or haven't grown apart due to the long distance thing.

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