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    I've led a quiet life. I have tried not to offend anyone but that doesn't seem to matter. People in general try to walk over me. Am I a door mat? No! I say- I'm not a doormat (I don't know wether thats one word or two).

    Anyway what s been bothering me at present besides not having any money. Well - since I'm in the company of friends - let me tell you. For some reason my nipples have been bothing me. They seem to want attentiion. They don't seem to connect to anything of importance - they just seem to want attention, So I give the a rub now and then but the now and then seems to be getting more NOW. 

    Not that I have any semblence of breasts. I'm probably a minus triple A. Pitty me!  I used to wear fakes but they tore apart, rough handling I guess. So now I'm a flat chested cross dresser. Oh that sounds terrible. There used to be a joke about having a treasure chest - sunken - that is.  That's me!

    So here I sit - fiddling with my nipples. Leave tham alone I keep telling myself - they won't grow.

    Do you think Vodka is affecting my thinking or writing?

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  • Rachel de Blanc I think the significant problem here, is that when holding a glass you can only rub one at a time. So it's the Vodka. Rachel x