MILF HUNTRESS

Feel a little ich, blech, funky tonight.  Think it’s because I missed my second round of endorphins.  That, and well, I don’t know….I’m discontent somehow.  I don’t like it when I feel this way.  Especially when so much is in place.  I mean, I have the family, I have the health, the home, the job, I have….”a” car, lol, I have boobs, (thank God almighty…hated living without them).  I have a goooooooooood man, a very, very, very good man.  I have a workout to look forward to each and every day.  I have friends…though I don’t talk to or hang out with the ones I love the most nearly enough.  I know who I am.  I stand up for and fight for my beliefs.  Still unfulfilled somehow.  Man (woman) must be continually striving to be happy.  Of this I am sure.  Fill one thing up and you are looking for something else.  I am not a real material person.  I could say, “ok now, let’s fix up the house”.  I don’t really care about that for some reason.  It would be nice, but it’s not a wide and empty hole in my life.  Work for what I believe in?  Get lost in a cause?  This would be nice.  The library.  A better job than 90% of others I could think of.  But do I see me there 5, 10 years down the road?  Not really.  Not unless we build something newer and nicer, and the jobs divvie up differently…like I’m in charge of my own section.  It’s a GREAT job for a small community.  It’s one of the bedrocks.  I like being in contact with the youth, but without having to teach them anything.  Would I ever want to work in the fitness industry?   I think not.  You can’t teach motivation really.  I mean, I guess not.  Or maybe you can.  I don’t know.  Just rambling.  You all are my free shrink.  Think I really would like to take up boxing.  I need some physical contact.  Something that challenges me and makes me feel strong.  Can I take a hit though?  I don’t know.  I think I’m tough enough.  Not like I’m worried about my face.  I would like to be a tough chick.  I would love to whup some ass for sure.  I guess what I am saying is, I need a new goal.  Just not quite sure what that is.  College?  Not just yet.  Maybe someday.  Steroids would be a nice new path.  I would like to experiment with steroids yessirree…in a healthy, wise, conscious, playing my own physician sort of way.  Nobody has the right to choose what I put into my body, or what is best for my body besides me.  I would like to meet some new people.  But I want them to be real, genuine, fitness minded, and without the need to talk much.   Nothing is better than a good, long, comfortable silence.