Snakes on a motherfuckin plane!

Well, Krysta bought it the other day and we finally watched it tonight. It was actually really good. I wasn't sure if I should expect something kinda hokey and trying too hard to be a good movie. But it wasn't hokey. It was what it was: a plane filled with snakes with Samuel L. Jackson playing ringleader. That's all it needs to be. The concept is golden, Mr. Jackson is golden, stir in some serious internet hype and you run into platinum. I especially enjoyed watching Krysta and I having totally different reactions to the "Meet the Snakes" documentary. She had creepy crawlies, and I oohed and aahed. If I still had any hopes of owning a snake one day, that movie sealed the deal as far as Krysta is concerned, I think. But, we had fun thinking up sequels. My contribution? "Snakes on a Cruise". Possibly called simply "Snakes on a Boat". Claire is having a particularly successful run as a lawyer, with some help from her new friend Agent Flynn. To celebrate the conviction of some superbig crime lord (well, duh!), they go on a cruise together! You guessed it, superbig crime lord is pissed and still has men on the outside. Snakes ensue as Claire and Neville look at each other and just go, "*sigh* Not again!" Also, "Don't these assholes learn??" Or maybe, "Snakes don't pay, motherfucker!"

Okay, I'm done being silly about the motherfucking snakes. Although I would also like to say that the CGI was actually awesome, unlike many movies you see where the CGI looks fake (can anyone say Harry Potter with his wand up a troll's nose?). I am a particular fan of the adult Burmese Python (for you non-snake people, that's the Big Motherfucking Snake) which provides some well-deserved retribution in the second half of the movie.

And now I'm gonna figure out if I can get some real food in me right now. And maybe I'll get something else into me after that. ;D

drunken blogging ftw!!!!

Yep, I'm dunk, and so what? I got drunk in my house, drinking out of my glass, and you know what? it's beautiful. And if you don't like it, you can get the fuck out.

Gus, why cab't your wife walk a fucking flight of stairs? You come over here ever y year gus, and you burn down my motherfucking back yward and your wife rips down the steps. You know whay you'r whife cant' walk a flight of steps gus? cause she's a fat, hairy bithc.

okay that'e enouth durnden blogging and eddie murgphy quoting for now. I will luagh at this tomorrow. but right now krysta's standing next to me and she just got totall ynaked. watch for posts at both blogs tomorrow, kids!!!!

Long time, no see

I never did come back after that last post, did I? Well, the Sex Toy thing did not work out, but I did raise my girl count to an even ten. Now Sex Toy and I just have a heck of a lot of fun flirting at work. I couldn't help but make comments to him last night. He called me on Christmas Eve to tell me that he'd been promoted to production manager, so I knew he would look different, but I was not prepared for him to look downright hot. The new uniform suits him.

Meanwhile, Krysta gave me a ring for Christmas, just a plain silver band, and my first night back at work it fell off, presumably into some lucky drive-thru customer's bag. She was asleep when I got home Tuesday night so I broke the news to her when I met her for lunch yesterday afternoon.

Oh, and Onyx did not manage to find me a Wii, but he did manage to find me the new Zelda game, which is beautiful and interesting and the plotline reminds me a bit of the first Kingdom Hearts (shadows take over the light and blahbity blah). The puzzles are, as usual, a bit challenging, and I've even died four times already. And I've just gotten to the first main bossfight! In other gaming news, I beat Katamari Damacy. Which my ex-girlfriend crowned "the easiest game ever". She's probably right, since I beat it. I am going back and playing all the levels again trying to do better. I rolled up one of my cosmic cousins the other night!

Anyway, there isn't much more to report at this point. Our little triangle is doing better than ever, and things are looking up for all of us!

Oh, there is one more thing. Since I changed my diet (although the holidays ruined that briefly) and with all the walking around campus I've been doing, my tummy has subsided. I can suck it in now to where it almost looks like I actually work out. And my chest filled out as well.. A 34-C!! I am very excited about these new developments. I ganked my mom's old polaroid and plan to get film for it so Onyx can take some new photographs of me so I can finally earn my own month and the $25,000 that goes with it! I figure, if they don't take me, they're crazy!!

So Onyx and I are going over to hang with the prospective sex toy for me. I'll have to come up with a pseudonym for him, I suppose. Right now, I'll just call him Sex Toy. So, the plan is to go to Sex Toy's house, he and I get drunk, and I suppose Onyx will decide if I'm going to fuck him. Either way, I'm getting fucked hard tonight.

The next step to full poly?

So, apparently, so intense was the sexual energy released by Onyx and myself Monday night that her lamp blew out. And it was awesome. Oh, was it awesome. I pinned him dead and whispered eroticism into his ears until he was moaning my name, pleading with me, "please, do *something* to me..."

"You want me to do what?" I asked pseudo-innocently.

"ANYTHING." Bingo. Sounds like begging to me. And, oh, was it ever satisfying to hear him moan again when I slid myself onto him. And again, and again, as I rocked myself up and down. It was passionate and slow at first, evolving slowly into passionate and rough with me on all fours and my legs spread much farther than they usually are in that position.

And so our latest streak of Hot Sex began. I was a little sore the next day, but he decided to "kiss it and make it better" and that opened me right back up. And then last night, not only was there the sex, but this bit of interesting:

Krysta was raving about her boss Mr. HotPants again, and for some reason the conversation came around to a point where I said something along the lines of, "I'm not allowed boys yet."

Out of nowhere, Onyx replies, "You've never asked."

Upon further inquiry, he switched up again and said he wasn't sure. He also made a point that it's easier for me to get guys than it is for him to get girls. Because I'm a girl, and pretty, and presumably having dick thrown at me left and right. Do I notice most of this dick? Nope, I sure don't. And a guy catching my fancy only happens once in a purple moon. Apparently, though it is a purple moon at the moment, cause there's a guy at work I wouldn't mind having my way with just once. And it sounds like Onyx might be open to giving me permission.

I think I'll ponder these thoughts in the shower before I go to bed. With Onyx. Hopefully naked.

In which Onyx is mean, except not

There is not a day that goes by that I don't end up thinking how much I love Onyx and how goddamn lucky I am to have found him. Today I was telling him about an article I read for class about arranged marriages in India. We agreed that while it seemed an efficient system, we were both glad that our American social structure was not the same. If it had been, we would probably not have even met each other, much less ended up as happily married as we are. We have a lot going on for us, and can consider ourselves extremely lucky on a number of points. The most important of which, of course, is that we do have such a healthy, wonderful relationship.

And the sex doesn't hurt. Neither does the polyamoury.

I gotta say, being a girl, periods suck. If you're not a girl, you probably don't understand how much I want to chloroform the ovary gnomes and make those bitches stop twisting up my insides. This month, worse, because Krysta has finally synchonized with me, so I can't even fuck her or encourage Onyx to fuck her and keep the both of them happy. And not being able to do anything for some reason brought out the mean, horrible, terrible, vicious tease in my husband. This week he has done more of that than usual, sending me to work both aroused and upset that I could not throw him down and fuck his brains out right then and there.

Yesterday was a good example. Here's what happens. As part of my preperation to go to work, one of the first things I do is to put my hair (which falls to two-thirds down my back) up in a ponytail. Recently Onyx told me that he really likes my hair like that and thinks it's extremely cute. Then upon my questioning he admitted that that's why he keeps wanting quickies just before I go. Because the ponytail is cute. And yesterday was no exception. I put my hair up, brushed my teeth, put my contacts in, and put on my uniform. Onyx was at his computer, as usual, through all of this. I picked up my purse and keys, and then realized that it was still too early to leave. I didn't have a chance to decide my course of action, however, because Onyx got up out of his chair at that point and walked straight over to where I was standing in front of his dresser.

He grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. I fell back against the dresser, then snaked one hand around his waist while the other slid up his chest and around his neck to the back of his head. He moved one hand to encompass my waist, to pull me in closer. Soon he had both hands around me, my other hand wrapped around his shoulder to claw at his back. I moaned just slightly, his signal that I was right where he wanted me. And that's when he stopped kissing me. But he didn't separate our bodies. He didn't loosen his hold. He put one hand back on the back of my neck and grinned. Leaning forward again, I could feel his hot breath on my cheek as he whispered, "Don't you want it?" And I did. By this time, I could feel his hardness against my thighs, and it was making me hot.

He continued, moving his whispered breaths from my cheek, to my ear, to my sensitive neck and shoulder, back up again, lingering ever so slightly at my lips which so longed to be kissed. As he talked, he thrusted his body against mine, mimicking the actions I only wished we were excercising. "You do, don't you?" he asked, but he didn't have to. I had been reduced to short, gasping sighs that resembled laughing, but really I was beginning an ascent I hadn't expected. "You want me in you? To feel me thrusting, my cock throbbing inside you?" He continued, but I couldn't hear him anymore. The power of his words had already driven me to orgasm. Damn, that man is good at what he does.

He finally broke his hold of me. Grinning evilly, he told me to have a great night at work. And, once I found my legs again, I left to do just that. Needless to say, I plan to fuck him silly when I get done and he gets home from work...

Minor update

Yay! I have internet!! Onyx only had to bitch at the company three days in a row to get them to come and fix the damn faulty installation. But now, Krysta and I can blog to our little heart's contents.

Hey, we were watching this old tape of TNA recently, and Raven had this girl with him and it turns out that it's Micky James. Crazy!!!! I'm slowly learning my wrestling history through Krysta. Also my Trek history. We watched Wrath of Khan last night. And earlier this week, we both finally got to see the original Wicker Man. Afterwards, we mused what the new one might do to OMGSensationalize!! itself. We're thinking police helicopters swoop in at the last minute to dramatic music, like the William Tell Overture or something. Also, more sex.

School is great. Does it bother anyone else that someone might be surprised at the prospect of doing math in a computer science class? I had to cover my face as I was leaving that class to keep from bursting into giggles. I didn't completely surpress myself, but at least the laughter put me in a good mood.

going to work soon back at FastFoodLand. This franchise however is much better than the one I just came from. I have high hopes here. And they're starting me higher than they originally said they would so I am excited.

Will not be updating with wrestling reactions for a while. There are still a few things to unpack and Onyx still has to get a job. Once those feats are dealt with and we have some money, we will be getting cable. I am glad that I haven't had to watch Vicki Guererro fail to act her way out of a paper bag the last couple of weeks. But from what I am reading, I do hope to return to watching the shows again with some revival of the business. Sounds like they're finally bringing some young new talent in to give them a damn chance.

And where the hell is Gangrel???

Nothing further today.