mastercraftsman

Felt like resurrecting myself today. I saw a goth girl all tattooed up in Food Lion and I got all horny. Lately pretty girls smiling at me wherever I turn these days. You see, many things have happened since I ended my destructive spiral into alcoholism and holing up with the computer every night. I quit cold turkey, then my credit card was reissued because of fraud, and payments stopped going to SG. So I've not been here since March. I am touched by all the concern, really. It was a necessary respite. I have accomplished much. Mainly, my main resolution to find another home. I now own a fucking MAC PAD, 2500 squarefeet of red oak flooring and a two story back deck overlooking a forest. I've been manicuring it Japanese style, and painting my heart out. A bit much for just me and the dog, but I think I'll manage....
So this goth girl up here (University area) is wearing camo pants that look painted on, and has a camoflaged purse. She and her roomate ahead of me in line, and she sidles back and juts her hip out with her delicate white hand, striking a pose. Looks up, batting her eyelashes, but I'm still wondering if my jaw is hanging out because her boobs jiggled a bit in that tank top and well, she was just wonderful and sans bra. "You know, I don't think I have any ID on me." "Don't sweat it. Trust me this guy ain't carding you. But if you need me to search you just in case...." She actually blushed. "Thanks, but if you get this beer I'll be VERY grateful...." Life is good. Very good. "So what's up with the camo? You hunting for something?" Her friend reaches back, slips her arm around my waist, whispers in my ear "Camo is for hiding, silly." "Uh, honey, I hate to tell you, but I can see you just fine..." "We'll just have to blindfold you then...."
As I said. Life is good.