but I am Katherine Kavanagh

I bought it a day before our “field trip” back to our little town. 

Our “little town” … lumaboy kame tulad lang date.   Except that we can actually overspend  now LOL … more drop-dead booze to  devour …  and what may be more, lingering, fierceful baggage from  separations, divorces,  dysfunctional living arrangements,  midlife heartbreaks, unfaithfulness, homosexuality,  too much sex or the lack of it LOL, unemployment or under employment, the anxieties of raising teenage girls ,  sickness, painful death etc etc.  We actually planned to crying our lungs out, exasperate our tear ducts til no more to shed, make our eardrums explode and crystallize,  but  for some God-given circumstances the comfort  of old friends up against the backdrop of  our once young peaceful, baggage-less lives  in that little sleepy old town  …  there was only room for nostalgia  but never for tears.    Back in the sweet loving arms of Dognuts , we forget (no matter how momentary)    the many, lingering, fierceful baggage each of us carry.  Sunday birthday you know what happened 21^st of April …

I actually started scanning shortly after coming home from the quick weekend respite .  Giving in to Ms. Stillwell’s prodding …  I willingly entered the world of “fucked ups” …  not too strange grounds for me, ‘must say ;) … Finding Erika Leonard  too upfront and vivid  ;)  but other than Helen  Fielding, E.L.’s brit humor was a relief from the usually cold, misunderstood (ol’) English banter :)

And I've have always been verbose … I stretch my vocabulary without limitations (not because I never heard  of them  but because of its “blitzkrieg” meaning  … in less than two weeks of virtual sex  (thanks to you GreySteele™)  …  my favorite words from the first Fifty ;)

gazing beneath the lashes

i  go crimson

crying over the loss of something I never had.    dashed hopes, dashed dreams and soured expectations

tendrils

climax  …splinter into a million pieces … shatter again in tiny fragments

just-fucked hair

inner goddess

vanilla sex

chocolate fudge brownie sex

paradigm shift

coming here to fuck me that’s all

fifty shades of fucked up

perhaps if he was more normal he wouldn’t want you

7 shades of scarlet from his heat

you  are an adult – you have choices.

rules schmules
IHOP
nocturnal confessions
Laters, baby ;)

elevator ;)

So I was right, I’d finish it before May ends.  Today on the way home.  It’s done.  So must really go to National Bookstore tomorrow, segue from my daughter’s enrolment, and get the darker shade ;) …. Arrgghhhh but I had too much shopping already for the last 24 hours.  That little black (dirteehhh demmet dancin’) dress (off-shoulder babyyyy) … and a pair of deep dark blue slippies with striped stilettos  … that’s jusz too much splurgin’ a mother can do to pamper herself … and so tomorrow am buyin’ the next fifty.  My budget’s doomed!