One year ago, I was looking for someone named Uniqor on the Beethoven sight. I had had a wonderful conversation about Ludwig, but all of a sudden I had lost him. I thought he was so interesting that I Googled “UNIQOR” and I was directed to ILP. I’ve never studied philosophy, have come to think of Neitchste (sp?) as a possible laundry detergent or deodorant, and never belonged here… like so many of you.
But, I hung out, discussed, became enlightened, argued, made fun of myself, divulged far too much information, made loyal friends, waxed poetic over my earth shattering orgasms, my ever so fine skill of masturbation, abortion, cheating in marriage, insecurities, whining about my band, parenting woes, and finding out the best way to get a nice close shave of my pubic area as I am putting it on fire with sparklers from the Fourth of July.
I have been critisized, pm’d, and applauded. I have been told that I was adored and that I was a complete and utter fool.
God, I’ve loved it. Thank you all for welcoming me here. OR NOT.
=D> Bessy is one year old. It’s party time in the Suburbs, boys. Jerry… pass me a nice stiff boat drink, huh? Tentative?
Nice, but you couldn’t possibly be referring to me! I am a child. :D/
I think I had the nicest compliment from my husband during this year that I should share. He told me that “I am the only man who comes home at night and can’t see the television because there may be a drumset or large ampliphier in front of it, or grab a spoon from the kitchen drawer only to realize that the silverware has been moved to the living room because his wife has decided that that is where her paintbrushes should go. Honestly, Sara, you are fucking crazy, and guess what? I absolutely love that about you.”
Nice, huh?
I feel for him too, but if you can have someone feel this way about you after 33 years of sheer torture - it’s not bad. Not bad at all.
And congrats to all of you for stickin’ around. Honestly, I have learned so much from you. I read here far more than I write, but have given in to far too many 3AM impulses when all thoughts seem profound - thus my stellar editing. I do have issues with clicking on buttons named “submit” and “send now” before I actually think.
Add a few too many boat drinks and Yowzzzzzza. Of course those boat drinks also make me Aretha Franklin on a decent night. What you want, baby I got it. What you need… err, I think I got it
Welcome back pees!
Mastriani… I look forward to taking you down (or cheering you up) one of the two.
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