the good, the bad, and the ambiguous

I'm a good girl. I promise I am.

but I want to be bad. Not in a "oh I'm a bad girl... I need a spanking" kind of a way.

well....

             shit...


                            maybe I do.

Is that bad?


Totally bad.
But he's been so bad.... for so long...

shit...

but if I justify my bad behavior by his behavior doesn't that make me just as bad as him?

goddamn.

I need a friend i can talk this over with....

I heard that old country song "Going Through the Big D (and don't mean Dallas)" the other day... and...

shit...

I need a big D. and not just the Divorce.

I miss my best friend.
She could help me get my shit together.

anyway...

Anyone wanna talk it over with me?
I'm willing to allow the discussion to be directed at the creamy white cleavage that I *hate* having to cover all the goddamn time.

Happy Wednesday...
C.D.


P.S. Would it be awful to spend the weekend after D-Day enjoying a big D in Daytona? I know Daytona isn't all that big, but I don't want to travel too far to enjoy not much outside of a hotel room other than the view from the balcony between horizontal sprints.....

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