therapy session
2006-01-28 at 6:10 p.m.

Funny thing... I used to be here all the time. Reading fellow d-landers entries and updating frequently. Not sure why since I moved back to town I don't come here that often...
Although I peruse my 'favorites' often. I just haven't written. It used to be my therapy. Ryan was teasing me tonight because I forgot my password and he called it "Therapy 101". Well, yes I agree with him ..even though he's an ass.
I guess I am frustrated because I can't get my archives fixed and I feel that if someone DID decide to stop here they will not get the whole picture of who I am. Frustrating.
So here's my latest update:
I have done the online personals thing for quite awile and it has sucked shit everytime. SO, about 3 years ago I somehow was talking (typing) to someone who lived in Boulder and he sent me a very naughty photo. Well, I didn't hear from him after about a month. SO, went on another crummy yahoo personal date and he had yahoo im. SO, I added him (and I never use yahoo im, just icq) so I noticed this person's name was still there and he happened to be online at the time so I said hi. Well...a month later I talk to him every day on the phone and he im's me all day. It's nice.
This is in addition to 3 of the yahoo personals ppl who are enamoured by me. (Who wouldn't...LOL) Seriously I like this person. But he is super 'sexual'. Not in a bad way, but when we talk he brings out the diva in me. I mean we actually were talking about strap-ons and how he would love that...and we should go 'shopping' while he was here. I just can't see myself going into my (very)_ small town adult store and buying a strap-on with him... not to mention USING it on him. I mean, if it was a woman I would have no problem doing that. .

Last night I went to the Wild Irish Rose, a country bar, and met one of my co-workers. Of course I had my Tony 's on.. boots that were made for walking (and 2-stepping) and looked hot. I ran into someone I met 2 years ago, but he decided to be a 'HO. After 2-stepping with a couple old men I left. Which leads me to another story, but I will have to save that for another time.
OK, therapy session over...