Chapters Include

Naming Your Pussy (categories as cute, and aggressive)
How To Feed Your Pussy (different approaches)
How To Eat With Your Pussy (Keep your hind feet off the table)
Pussy Hairs (brushing, vacuuming, and shellacking)
Pussy Poo-Poo (The litter box)
Sleeping With Your Pussy (Positioning Your Pussy)
Your Pussy and Your Furniture (Reasoning with your pussy)
Your Pussy and Your Fern (Make your fern less accessible)
Disciplining Your Pussy (Preventative Discipline)
Nursing a Sick Pussy (Your Bedside Manner)
How To Handle a Hot Pussy (Dealing With The Hots)

Also:

Pussy Hygiene: How to Give Your Pussy a Bath
Putting your Pussy in the Kennel
Pussy Gives You a Gift
Talking with Your Pussy
Games You Can Play With Your Pussy
Exercising Your Pussy

and lots of other stuff cat owners should know

I hurt, not in a good way. A long sleep will help I am hoping. I had a productive morning, did a few things I needed to do, then went down to pick my son up from kindergarten. Went and did the last confoundly boring secretarial silly job of the year … sending a fax. Fax machine was being an ass as usual, wouldn’t send the fax, so I walked out to let the head teacher know it was still in the fax machine and on redial. Next minute I am flailing, one hand hits a low table to hold myself upright as the other leg slips and I land on my shin, twisting my ankle and bending my toe in some ungodly fashion.

Out of my mouth emits the word “SHIT” loudly infront of oh say about 35 children and each with a respective parent waiting to take them home. Yes I felt the size of a pea, potty mouthed imp just shouted a swearword in a full kindergarten, at least it wasn’t the fuck word. An “Ooops sorry” with me covering my mouth and writhing in agony. “Are you okay?” (No not really I just slipped in a pile of soapy water left in a puddle on a frigging vinyl covered concrete floor). They quickly mop it up, I’m left standing there in a little bit of a daze, pain throbbing, I walked home. The adrenaline and the mission home was enough to keep me going.

Now I’ve been off my leg it’s hurting like a bitch. What I’ve come to realise is it’s hurt me more than I thought. I have an old injury I got playing soccer years ago at college, I practically stretched my knee ligament to breaking point, but not quite, which means it’s now not as strong as it should be. On occassion my kneecap takes a stroll around memory lane and visits the other side of my leg. If it takes a bad knock then it can also cause it to flare up. Thing is it doesn’t happen very often so I forget about it. Right now my muscle is having a wee spasm dance and pain is my friend. From my knee down is a throbbing stick of joy. The no smoking thing? … hell at the moment my brain is preoccupied with something far more annoying. Deep heat, strapping and I’ll be fine. Done it before, it’s just annoying, I don’t like being limited lol. Damn thing grrr.

Tomorrow’s forecast: Wolfie may stay in her den, leg up, with an annoying rugrat asking 1,000, 001 insane questions amongst grazing the fridge.

I remember those moments,

mostly the ones that had me hot

wet within seconds.

I remember when you sat beside me,

how my heart beat faster, my breathing shallow,

my cunt wet.

I remember how you made me laugh,

made me cry,

made me angry,

made me smile

in nano seconds

I remember with a passion and a craving

The places you took me

Fantasies

Desires

I miss the way you feel,

Your scent, your varied textures

The way you captivate me,

I can’t take it, I must have you

I lean towards you

Smiling, my fingers begin to trace

A path, turning, a leaf

To read the next page

Well it’s fucking hot today so you can guess what I’m doing, yep boyshorts and singlet hehe. I came home after dropping the little one of and pretty much crashed and slept till lunchtime. Quite weird actually I don’t do that normally. Still not smoking, body is going through some nice withdrawls so sleeping and drinking loads of water and juice is helping. My moods are what I hate the most about the giving up stage but the last two days and the next two days are the crucial ones I need to get past the first couple days. Mostly I keep to myself, then my foul mood doesn’t go astray nor directed at any poor soul. What’s the most hardest thing is actually not smoking whilst doing all the normal things I do daily. Old habits have been fomed and suddenly I just stop, I know after the last two times I tried that it’s the will power yes, there are cravings which is your body coping with the withdrawls, but those withdrawls only last up to three minutes. All the other minutes are my brain which has been trained in a sense to have a ciggie when doing certain things.

Like writing, normally I would be smoking, does it feel weird not to smoke? Hell yea! Do I want a ciggie, no because I am remembering why I enjoyed being smokefree last time. I don’t have a coffee when I write now, instead juice, because I associate coffee with a smoke. Thing is and its what alot of people forget about, I am an addict to nicotine. I have been for a long time and even if I quit I will always be an addict. I am well aware of that. Once you have tasted something, the second time around you know it’s easier to say yes again. I have homeopathic spray and tablets. They are helping, I think they are fucking with my normal state too though as I am feeling rather spacey. We’ll see what tomorrow is like without them.

Not much to write today … most of it I’ve been asleep since the last time I wrote and brain seems to be on “blah” mode still. My little one is sat beside me in a chair … still fecking clingy and wanting a hug every five mins. Now he’s sat there repeating I’ve missed a spot and asking if I pressed the space bar…. it’s just not going to happen as far as me writing anything creative or contemplative when I have this little 2 foot midget battering my eardrums having a game of 1,000,000 mundane & insane questions.

To best alleviate this droning I find music helps, earphones are good too but I often forget they are on and try to take the whole harddrive for a walk … not a great idea.

So to distract myself from the constant brain poking and lack of nicotine I have been having a music afternoon. This is one of my favie bands , to sing along with, groove in mah chair whilst working kinda song …

Let’s see, woke up late, rushed down to kindy, spent the next five hours with a bunch of screaming, yelling children. I think by the time I got home I must have looked like a deer in headlights, completely frazzled. I remember having a coffee, spending time with the little one making a wee evergreen display which is generally his xmas tree. We take a tree of a branch … errr branch off a tree lol, decorate it with special colors, hes sprinkled this one with fairy dust. It apparently has a magical pond around it and we have rocks helping hold the trunk, he even made a wee angel of the lollies out of lollie paper. It’s plonked on top of the fishtank.

I then decided making my bed, and promptly wondering what it would feel like if I just lay down a little bit, next thing I know, the little one is giving me my phone telling me I have a message and it’s two hours later. I now have more chocolate. It’s not good, my sweet tooth is a very bad one, it over powers me so I don’t have things like chocolate and the likes living in my cupboards. I just scoffed a huge box of chocolates over the weekend ( I LOVE PRESENTS)  … now I have more which I’ve already started on ooo and wine, but it’s white … which I don’t drink …. crappage … you should see the wrappers around my desk *snigger*

Something a little different, I’ve been a non smoker for the past 24 hours, I’m doing okay too, armed with cranberry juice, vit c and vit B, lots of water and reminding myself the cravings only last for so long, If I can get through the next few days I’ll be fine. Hell if I got through today without needing nor wanting a cigarette then hell I can do this. So it means changing a few habits mucking up my routine to kick the craving incidents. Anyways that’s it for today. Toodlepip.