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Married life will suit me just fine. written @ 8:45 a.m. on October 25, 2003 I got the job that I had the interview for yesterday. It pays alot more than I am used to, plus retirement and benefits and life insurance. Like I really care what happens once I'm dead. I am very excited. I start work on Monday. I need new shoes. I have been so concerned about my shoes being stylish and color coordinating. Now I need some shoes that I'll actually be able to walk around in all day. Shit. I told Scott that if I got the job, I planned on getting oral sex for an hour and a half that night. Tonight is the night, and DAMN... I have a headache. I can have sex pretty much all the time, but banging my head into our mirrored headboard with my head already pounding doesn't seem like so much fun. Plus his tongue seems to get tired after awhile. I need a guy with a titanium tongue. I got to do a couple of "married people" things today. The boat harbor called me, wanting to talk to Scott. They were all, "Is this his wife???" *sigh* And his boss called me today too when he was late for work. And monday when I go to work I have to fill out a shitload of paperwork, and I have to bring Scott's social security info with me, because we'll be married in April, and they want to be sure he'll be my beneficiary. I just can't wait to order those little stickers that go on the corner of your enevelopes that say, "Mr. and Mrs. Scott Walker. Or Scott and Laura Walker. Something like that. People are slowly starting to talk to me again. I think Neona was really the only one doing it on purpose. Whatever. I need a new vibrator. I cannot wait until Christmas. I need variety.
"As fire lights the wood it consumes, so the soul illuminates the body with consciousness."
- Srimad Bhagavatam
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