Letting me live my life and minding your own damned business

Now that you all know who I am... sorta, you get to hear/read me bitching about shit that pisses me off. Judgmental people are the most ignorant and hypocritical people on the planet. I was recently told that because of my religious beliefs... or lack thereof... that I was wrong and going to hell. Well, since I've already been there once or twice... not too worried about that one. And then I was told that they would pray for my soul... well thanks but no thanks.. my soul belongs to my Bagheera and I'm good with that. I'll believe or not believe what the fuck I want and everyone can get over it. I don't give a shit what you believe as long as you leave me the fuck alone.
Now on to my second point... people nosing into my business... and the business of people very close to me. If you don't actually know me... don't judge me. Also, don't second guess the decisions of the people you consider your friends. It’s insulting and rude. We're educated, intelligent, and most importantly... grown adults. If you're so concerned with what we're doing... talk to all parties involved so you can make an educated decision. Otherwise, mind your own goddamned business. If someone is really worried about who or what myself or anyone else is doing... make an effort to understand.. and don't judge. All we want from our friends and family is your support.
And oh yeah… unless you’ve been there and done that, seen the things I’ve seen and done the things I’ve done… be careful what you say to me. I don’t take kindly to wannabe fuckheads.


Whew..... Now that that's all out.... I must say thank you to A for her kind words. It was really a killer time and everyone loved her. I don’t know what she’s talking about with all the stories about things and places I’ve been and done.. but there were some lies told to be sure ;-)
And yes… rats in a sock is a good way to put things.. I loves my Argenta… That woman put bruises and marks on me in places I don’t remember her getting to… :-S

God help us if we ever live close enough to see each other every day… wow.





Good times....

It's My Turn......

My naughty Master Sergeant has been posting sporadically about our adventures, romps & escapades...now it's MY TURN. Ever since our first meeting at Oakland Cemetery (yes...our first DATE, if you will...), we have been churning through the weekends like two rats humping in a wool sock.....Now THAT'S romance for you, ladies & gentlemen.
However, I must get a bit more serious here dear readers. My love will be leaving me soon for yet another tour of duty in Iraq, which will leave me reeling with a sense of loss. I must say that even though he is humble and matter-of-fact about all his past years of service and future service, my MSgt. is truly my hero. After meeting his comrades this weekend at the Desert Warriors Supporters board meeting/cookout (and after hearing numerous tales of D's lewd conduct and many exploits in the nether regions of the world), I learned more about my MSgt.'s true character and amount of respect others have for him. What a wonderful weekend of revelation!
D...I know you are too mean & crusty for anything to happen to you. Just please come back safely to your Bagheera, who will be waiting for you to offer her some cheese...