Jacqui (jacqui) wrote,

I am so so so sooooo horny but I can't do anything about it. I daren't because of my delicate bladder condition, and pounding away or applying Magic Wand happiness anywhere near these areas of my body, that feel like someone cut me open, filled me up with rocks, and then sewed me back together, would just not be a wise choice right now. I'll get the results back from the second pee test on Tuesday and hopefully my super popular gynecologist will be able to squeeze me in this week. In the meantime I'm taking antibiotics, pyridium and half of a pain pill at night -- Tylenol during the day. It just seems like some cruel ironic twist of fate that I'm ravenous for sex when I can't do anything about it, big sighs.

Oh hey I bought a second car today. Moboraque! That's congratulations in Farsi -- at least I think that's how you spell it. I've been needing a second car and would have liked to have bought a Prius but they're 20 to 27K, so at 16K and with some friendly financing, because I bought the car from my friend Atra's brother, I'm better off with a 2001 Chrysler Sebring convertible. I guess I just fell in love with this little car when I rented it.

I'm such a label snob and like to have unique or finer things, but I'm lucky I was able to swing this. My dream car would be either a hybrid or something wonderful and vintage that I could paint trippy flowers, butterflies, bugs, and grassy rolling hills all over and then clear coat. I even thought about buying a white vintage Cadillac convertible and hiring a tattoo artist to airbrush tattoed designs all over but I just can't afford these fantasy cars. I'm still longing for an Airstream to tow behind my Ford when we go to Burning Man and on buying trips. I am still mourning the loss of my Mother's old Jaguar, the one she gave me, but that her housekeeper persuaded her to sell to the gardener without my knowledge until it was a done deal. Mom had paid 7K to have it fixed up, told me it was mine to do with as I pleased, then stored it in her garage. It never occurred to me to ask for the pink slip. I would never have thought I would like a Chrysler Sebring, in fact I'd never even heard of them, until I rented one a couple of weeks ago. I like driving a little convertible, it's fun, it's easier on the envirnoment because it gets good gas mileage, well, compared to the SUV, and now I have my freedom, whereas before I had to go where my car had to go, which was basically back and forth to Beau's school and his tutoring and friend's houses. Now I can spend the night at Scott's or go on antique and collectible buying trips and leave a car behind for Beau.

That's it, just a quick post.

I'm so sorry I haven't been able to respond to your wonderful comments, please don't go away and give up on me, I'll get back to you soon, I swear I will.

Big loving hugs,

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