in the hotel, waiting to see if anyone wants to go out for dinner. I ordered pizza last night, good but it put a Marxist in my belly all morning. WE were rained out this morning but still got a lot done. I am a little tired but I think that the crew is even more tired and morale seems down. If I could get them to the bar here, I would be a round of Bushmills for them.

(do you know throwing up after drinking Bushmills can take the enamel off a basin?)

(College-era information)

Thinking about decrepitude. Realizing that at one time, I had no idea what kind of an old lady I would look like, if I made it to old lady... and now, I do...

Ok, it was a round of Beam. Three shots to the wind! I'm a little buzzed and watching the end of Revenge of teh nerds. I treid to visit monsternuts.com on a crew members recommendation, but it didn't seem as bad as he descibed it. I recommended fatchicksinpartyhats.com to him.

All hail our bartender with short term memory! Many free alcohol!

on a hygeine strike. this is day three or four without a shower. it's been 2 weeks since i've shaved anything. it's totally fun. my only vestibule of decency is a toothbrush and toothpaste.

Hi, this is rescuelife and i'm very impressed about the lay-out of your web site and how intelegent you seem to be in creating an easy communication system.

take a look at my web site and give me some points on how to improve it.
it proving it's ability to help people is my goal.

I answer question on the askme.com question boards and as of now, i work on 15 different boards.

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Hi, this is rescuelife and i'm very impressed about the lay-out of your web site and how intelegent you seem to be in creating an easy communication system.

take a look at my web site and give me some points on how to improve it.
it proving it's ability to help people is my goal.

I answer question on the askme.com question boards and as of now, i work on 15 different boards.

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getting rid of the dumb spam post. It always amuses me when people misspell "intelegent".

Incidentally, insurance is for the gutless.

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I'm sending you a sexual fantasy comprised of real actual events melded into a homogenous story!
Enjoy!
The Cabin:
She had lived up in the mountains with him for about a year now, cooking,
cleaning, servicing him sexually, but he never referred to her as his wife
nor girlfriend. She was simply his property, as much so as the cabin they
resided in. They didn't even share a bed. Hers was in the back, with a twin
sized matress and a little TV. He preferred her in calico "apron shifts"
with no underwear (with the exception of winter days when she wore a union
jack w/flap), so she didn't need much closet space.
One crisp early spring morning -about 6:00am- while she was out chopping
wood at the rear of the cabin he walked up to her and told her to put the
axe down.
"Put your hands on the block"
She always did what she was told.
He lifted up the back of her shift and he stuck 3 fingers in her pussy
and fluttered them quickly inside of her for about a minute, causing her
to breathe heavy and moan a little.
He stopped, wiped his fingers on her bare back then told her to go back
to chopping wood and went inside.
Her juices on her back combined with the cool wind made her a little
chilly, but she only had 6 more logs to do. Then she could go inside.
But, he popped his head out the back door and told her they had company
and he wanted her inside.
"What about the wood?"
He smiled, "There's plenty inside, c'mon"
She walked thru the kitchen and into the large living room area, there
were 3 beige sideless loveseats around a large square coffeetable,
and a fire was crackling at the open side, and on the 3rd seat sat David,
his brother.
"Oh, hi." She blushed and smiled at him.
He told her to sit down across from David.
She did.
David was recently separated from his wife and so He had invited him over
to the cabin.
He looked at David and asked, "So, Dave are you in need?"
He put his hand up to stop Dave from answering,
"Hold on," he looked at her and said, "Put your feet up on the coffee
table"
She did.
"Hhmmm, pull your apron up to the top of your thighs"
She did.
"Good, that's it"
He looked at Dave, "So, are you in need?"
Dave looked at her face then down at her pussy.
"It's very nice but I had something else in mind"
He told her to go over to Daves side of the table and bend over the table
with her knees on the floor.
She did.
Dave lifted her apron onto her back, "Yyyeah, this is what I want"
He rubbed her asscheek.
He told her to go get the vaseline and return to her place on the table.
She did.
Dave greased up her backside and told her to be still.
She obeyed and he went in.
She let out a little scream, so He crouched down in front of her while
his brother Dave was reaming her backside.
"Sshhssshh! It's okay! I told Dave I'd help him out. You don't want to
disappoint me and Dave do you?"
"No... But...."
He stroked her hair.
"Dave, she can take it a little harder"
Dave thrust his cock deeper and harder into her, causing her to arch her
back.
"Sir, Please ask him to stop a minute, please?"
"Oh Cindy, You know I love watching you get fucked, You belong to me,
And YOU agreed to abide by my terms living here, are you a liar?"
"NO! But...."
He looked at Dave, "Give her a nice hard one"
She yelled out.
"Thank David, and tell him you are having a good time, okay?"
"Thank you", she said under her breath.
"You like that?" Dave asked
"Yes, I love it"
"Dave? give her a few more"
Dave did and she stuttered "tthank you thank you thank you"
She looked up at him.
He stood up and unzipped his pants, then dropped to his knees in front
of her on the table.
"Be a good girl and keep your mouth busy with this"
She took it into her mouth and sucked and licked it hungerly.
Trying to match the strokes she was getting in her ass, with those she
was administering to Him.
Dave reached under her to massage her clit, and she slowed down.
"Dave stop that, she can't pay attention to what she's doing up here"
She looked up at him sadly.
"Sorry Cindy!"
They pumped into her for awhile until their pace quickened, she knew
they were both about to come.
He pulled out just as he was coming and shot his semen onto her tongue.
She swallowed it all.
He grabbed her chin and smiled.
"That's a good girl!"
"Dave she's yours for the morning. I'm going into town."
With her mouth now free, she put her head on the table and softly moaned.
Dave pulled out suddenly.
"Dave? Don't you wanna finish?"
"Hold on"
He went and got some ice from the kitchen, and came back and rubbed some
on her asshole, she jumped a bit.
"What's that for?"
"To retighten you! I want to start over! I want to hear you scream again!"
"Oh David, please no!"
"Cindy? my brother gave you to me for the morning. I can do whatever I
want, this is what I want. You know and I know you love this."
He pushed 3 cubes into her ass, which caused her to hold her breath.
He rubbed more ice on her hole.
"C'mon, tighten up."
She complied
"Thats a good girl. My brother made a good choice......"
"Now, Let's see if we can get that voice of yours going, okay?"
"Yes David"
"Good Girl, are you ready?"
"Yes"
With one hand on her ass he went in, hard, she screamed.
"David, David, David, David, David!"
"Beg me to stop?"
"David? please stop, please stop, I can't take anymore, please stop,
David Please? Just stop please I'll I'll I'll......."
"You'll what? give me a blow job? I like this so much better. C'mon, give
me a reason to stop!"
He pulled almost completely out then back in, hard.
"Do you have a reason, Cindy?"
"No!" she cried.
"Of course you don't, because deep down inside, YOU LOVE THIS! Everything
about it, Right?"
"Right?"
"I don't want you to stop David, do it harder"
He complied.
He fucked her soundly until she felt Dave fill her up with warm semen.
He stood up, pulled her up by her hand and took her into the kitchen and
sat her down.
He poured himself a cup of coffee, and pulled his chair closer.
"I wanna finish something, is that okay?"
He didn't wait for her to respond, he just put his fingers in her pussy
and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came right there at the
kitchen table,
He finished his coffee and said, "Tell Him I said Thanks"
And left, leaving her exhausted.
She thought about the leftover chopping out back.
"Nah, I've had enough wood for the day........."

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Wondering what Mr. Thomas is doing!

wondering if she wore the union jack because she was a British Citizen

I'm very cold.
But still I have an urge to get in my jalopy and drive 20 miles away to the top of the mountain and knock on his door and tell him that I want to give him a blow-job and have sex all night.

Nope, I'm not a brit!

Why? Are you?

Does 'Hmmmm' want another story?

wishing I was on the God ride.

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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no, no. didn't want the first one

So she did call! I never
left my number in any of
the messages I left when
I called her, I had
assumed she had it.....
Turns out she had lost
her phonebook....luckily
she found it again in her
housemate's room.

I got sick with an ugly
cold and missed fencing
again. That sucked.

I spiked my hair and went
out last night. We saw
some play at Reed
College, then went
bowling, then ate at the
Montage.

It's almost 2PM here, I'm
in my boxers and still a
little spiked.... it's
more of a mowhawk now,
though. I'm also a
little sick.

I will call that girl
again sometim

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still pregnant and now five days overdue. Reading drinking-and-throwing-up stories here almost making me nostalgic, there's a mind-bender.

"You need protection from the physical part of conversation"--Elvis Costello

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thinking that SBCindy's mom has no clue how much her son hates women.

Rape isn't sex you dumb fuck.

( I fully expect the reply with all the wrong assumptions about me)

I'm sitting here, editing my webpage.

Holding my abdomen, wondering if my cramps will ever go away.

Wondering if my boyfriend's ever going to call me back.

Hoping I finish my paper for school tomorrow.

Hating my parents.

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Wrong! I AM NOT a male! and I haven't been abused or anything else you may think. I'm an extremely opinionated, bossy and strong woman who needs to be taken-down several pegs to even me out!

Anything wrong with that?

yeah, right, whatever you say.

What purpose would it serve to lie? Did not a woman write the famed erotic tableau Histoire de'O? I am a woman. I'd post a link to my picture but in the past I caught fire for something I posted in here under my real SN. Someone did a search and up popped sorabji. So why would I lie? I took the name Cindy because as a child I looked exactly like Cindy Brady.

Waiting to go into a meeting during which I will discuss how to sell advertising on gas pumps with special interactive screens. I am not in sales or advertising.

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happy birthday, Cleo!

let Cleo post!

Being wicked.

you can all send cleo birthday wishes at:

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thank you.

i can't believe she's seven!

packing.

i had a herculean burst of energy and started hauling boxes out from under the house, pulled all the crap down from my closet shelf, and got the garage in order.

i am going to throw away a lot of stuff, donate even more, and have a garage sale to get rid of the rest. i'm only taking the bare minimum.

clean slate. fresh start.

sarah - by any chance, are you still unwashed? i'd love to check it out.

thats kind of creepy.

I'm waiting to see if the baby is going to sleep long enough for me to take a shower.I have been reading a book about Elvis Costello by Tony Clayton-Lea,he was "doing" Liv Tyler's mother Bebe Buell before she hooked up with Tyler,he dumped her because he thought she boffed Billy Idol,she probably did. I'm listening to Ween,Stay Forever,and wishing something.

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sitting in my hotel room in Neww Orleans, watching som eguy n th hotel across the way fondle himself. i called him in to increase teh amusement factor, hoping to see some police bust in on him. waiting around forthe archaeologists' parties to start, sort of a pre-loading stage for later tonight.

found a great little bar tucked in an alley in the French Quarter off JAckson square called Pirates Alley Cafe. they serve the fake absinth stuff, the people aer friendly as hell, and the bartender is great (she was playing the ramones all weds. nite when we were there, and is going fo a degree in Medieval Studis at Notre dame, plus her fav. beer is PBR). Was there last night, and the owner wass in. Apparently they won a court case against heir landlord who was trying to evict them. e lives above he bar with his girlfriend, Gennifer flowers (Yes, She is). SO, he kept blaring "Master of the house' from the Les miz soundtrack.

ised out on the meeting w/ czarina, but sh was sick so tht's ok. i am using webtv right now and it is a pain in the ass.

watching Elizabeth Taylor on sorabji.com. or is it...

Looking at your website.

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Ooh-hoo, and nobody knows it
When I was down
I was your clown
Ooh-hoo, and nobody knows it
Right from the start
I gave you my heart
Ooh-hoo.. I gave you my heart

So don't go breaking my heart
I won't go breaking your heart
Don't go breaking my heart

And nobody told us
`Cause nobody showed us
And now it's up to us, Babe
Ooh I think we can make it

So don't misunderstand me
You put the light in my life
Oh, you put the sparks to the flame
I've got your heart in my sights

Ooh-hoo, and nobody knows it
When I was down
I was your clown
Ooh-hoo, and nobody knows it
Right from the start
I gave you my heart
Ooh-hoo.. I gave you my heart

Don't go breaking my heart
I won't go breaking your heart
Don't go breaking my heart

Ooh-hoo, and nobody knows it
When I was down
I was your clown
Right from the start
I gave you my heart
Ooh-hoo.. I gave you my heart

Don't go breaking my heart
I won't go breaking your heart
(Don't go breakin' my, don't go breakin' my)
Don't go breaking my heart

(Don't go breakin' my, don't go breakin' my)
I won't go breaking your heart
Don't go breaking my heart
(Don't go breakin' my)
I won't go breaking your heart
Don't go breaking my heart
(Don't go breakin' my)
I won't go breaking your heart
Don't go breaking my heart
(Don't go breakin' my)
I won't go breaking your heart
Don't go breaking my heart
(Don't go breakin' my)
I won't go breaking your heart

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Resting up after another trip to the hospital with false labor. Also collecting questionable advice re: how to speed up the real thing. Personal favorite is driving over bumpy roads. Please don't send advice...I have tried everything at this point except Pitocin, and that's scheduled for Monday.

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back in the office, exhausted. I am broke as all hell, but my subgenius mystical powers have procured my self a free lunch.

look to the borads for a more coherent New Orleans update than what I posted while I was there.

vibe.

you can cut the tension in here with a knife.

it's black monday at the big shop. massive layoffs. some people scream, some cry, others bounce off to the bar waiving their severence checks over their heads all zipidee-doo-dah style.

qoute of the day:

"some day i'll tell my grandchildren the story of how we arrived with hordes of technical project managers to the shores of Holland to escape the tyranny of the Bush administration and abject poverty, and go to a land where everyone is free."

word.

i get hit in the second round and i'm off to amsterdam for the summer.

wish me luck.

Good Luck, mista

I'm following these links in this noble quest. Yeah right. Just wound up here. Nice site.
Is there any end to this thing??????
Have a good one

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woke up today and realized that once again, I need to cut off some parts of my body.

I sprouted about five extra little fingers from my left calf. While functional, I just can't think of anything I need to handle from that position. Now I could wait and see if any more digits erupt from the right calf, then I could play button box and guitar at the same time and become a fabulously wealthy stret musician.

But nah. Besides, it makes weaering pants a little uncomfortable.

accepting her Weirdness. You Are All Weird too. Semillama, you are Truly Weird.

Why, thank you. That's one of the nicest things anyone has said to me in a while.

i was going to say, he's not that weird.

then i read his post.

eating my fingernails from tip to root, one by one.

just found out that Jane's Addiction is probably touring this summer.

pondering the imponderable, what does Dylan mean-"The sky isn't yellow, it's chicken."?

They ARE touring. Not that I will be able to see them most likely. They do not have Flea this time, but Perry said they are working on new material, including some dj'ing from Perry. That would be so cool to see.

The bassist from Prono for Pyros is touring with them.

Yep...Martin LeNoble. He's really good too.

wallowing in remorse and shame. i forgot to pick somebody up and go to something yesterday evening, and i just now remembered it. alas. why do i do these things. what's wrong with me. what a selfish inconsiderate dolt.

freaking out over finals and papers and finals and papers. PLEASE GOD LET THE MADNESS END!!!
Well okay that may have been a little exageration

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