OOF!

Dang, gang. I super-stepped in it after talking big last post, huh?

I mean, if I'd just written that post two days earlier, I could pretend it was an April Fool's joke.  But no such luck. Not only was it not one week, and not two weeks -- it's been almost four months since I promised my very next post was gonna wow everybody.

It's the let-down of all let-downs! Criminy! Maybe even Crime-in-Knee! WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!?

So how am I gonna get out of this one. I could blame Claire again -- that girl may be my role model, but she's full of ALL these IDEAS. This time she came up with this email game for us to play where one yam would email another yam about a third yam saying all kinds of great things about them. And yeah, it was fun and all, but it totally shot our blogging streak all to Hellmann's Mayonnaise.

Orrrrr I could blame our boyfriend because he begged us all to play D&D with the new D&D books that came out ... or Akane because she volunteered to be the Dungeon Mistress and immediately started doing a KICK ASS job of it.

Sheesh, though, any of those would suck because honestly, I just kind of forgot.

And now here it is, and I promised it would have ALL THE SASHA THINGS and what it's got is a bunch of excuses and blaming other people and being a total scatterbrain ...

YEEK -- those aren't my thing, are they?

Get it together, Sash. Holy clambolli, there might be people here reading this post right now!

Step up!

Smash it! In fact ...

SASHAMASH IT!

Yes!

You got the plan, let it out of the can!

I WILL!!!

Definitely! In like ... a week.

Or maybe two.

You'll see!

Till then,
Sasha Natasha KaSplashaVaVOOM!

Multi-effing-faceted!

Dang, ka-bang -- I totally just read back over my most recent posts and I'm totally coming off uno-dimensional. Anybody who just started reading recently probably thinks, "This chica kinda has only one thing on her mind, huh?"

Well, I'm here today to tell you, no way!

There's plenty of times I have two things on my mind.

That's a joke!

(Sometimes true though.)

So it looks like it's time for your girl Sasha to power-up and BLOW OFF THE BLOGGING ROOF!

Next post is going to be the most MAXXED-OUT message of mad manuscripting skills you've ever seen!

It's going to have 

ALL THE SASHA THINGS

and by the end of it you're going to be nodding your head in a daze like, "Whoa, dude, there's so much to this girl!"

Just watch!

(Like, a week from now.)

Sashonara, people!

(Maybe two weeks.)

Oh, Yeah!

Cut to the chase! Everybody waiting to find out whether last post's topic brought home the bacon, the answer is ... hell to the yesssss!

Hot! Sizzling! Loud and lush!

We totally knocked it outta the park.

Score!

Also ... daayyyummmm, can that guy kiss!

Okay, okay, topic acquired!

So now that it's all-blogging, all-the-time around here, or at least all-blogging, every-six-days if I'm seriously gonna keep up with everybody else in this Claire-brained scheme of one Worthy girl blogging every day, obvo I've got to come up with a crap-ton of post ideas or else twist Ariel's arm into a pretzel trying to get her to team up with me once a week on our Experiences blog.

Today, it's Post Idea Time! And I've got a great one, because if I play it right ... it's gonna get me some!

Anybody remember my leg injury? Or my other leg injury? Well don't worry, my leg's all better -- but for some reason, everybody's favorite boyfriend around here still gets nervous about it when we're doin' the deed.

Suckage!

(And not the doin'-the-deed kind of suckage, the kind of suckage that actually sucks!)

I haven't gotten pushy about it because, duh, I've got five girlfriends to take up the slack, and all of them know how to yam-bam-thank-you-ma'am like total champs of ka-BAM.

Which means on the one hand I'm getting plenty, while on the other hand I'm not getting any.

So I'm putting it out there here and now, whether it embarrasses him or not ...

You're on notice, boyfriend!

Whenever my turn to blog comes around again, if you haven't put out yet, I'm blogging about it that time too.

No mercy!

You know you want it, I know you want it, and now EVERYBODY's gonna know I want it and I'm not getting it.

Until you fix the sitch, I'm gonna b****! Until you bring the bone, I'm gonna moan!

(Actually, once you bring the bone I'm still a hundred por ciento gonna moan, just in a way you'll appreciate way more -- got it? Great! Then let's get to it!)

Problem solved!

Tune in next week to find out which way it went!

Sasha out!

This Again!

Okay, so, my yams are the ones who had the "awesome" idea of me doing this blog, and I'll admit, it's been pretty fun sometimes, especially since I've stayed totally chill about how often I come here and blast out whatever crazy stuff decides it needs typing.

Only now, my absolute role-model of a yam, Claire, had another "awesome" idea, which is to skimp on her previous idea of blogging every day herself, and instead encourage one of us girlfriends to blog each day. Meaning I'd end up having to blog like, once a week!

(And when I asked if it counted blogging with Aers on our Experiences blog, she said that sounded kinda cheaty to her. Cheaty?!? How can it be cheaty if she's the one who's making up the rules for this and she hasn't actually made a rule about it yet?)

I thought for a couple seconds whether I ought to stage a full-scale Sashabellion against the whole deal ... but you know, Claire's got those sweet glittery-green eyes that can look at you and make you feel like you can do any damn thing in the world. And she's the one saying I'm being cheaty? Seriously, that Claire stare is just plain unfair!

It didn't take much of that for me to knuckle under.

And dangit if this post wasn't pretty easy to write. I guess I'm just screwed here.

Tune in again next week and see if I have smashed my way out of these chains of tyranny!

WhamBamShazam-iversary!

I'm a few days late blogging about this, but hot damn, did we ever have a fantastic anniversary!

This place is cram-packed with anniversaries because I've got so many yams and most of us showed up at different times, but I happen to think my anniversary is the A-number-one-est of them all -- no lie! And, no, it isn't just because it's my anniversary, the point where I got brought into things big-time. It's also pretty much the yamiversary of our polyamorous yamily here at Worthy Acres.

Before that day (March 6, 2019, if you want to keep track and come back some other March 6 and wish me an awesome-sauce-tastic one), there was mostly Claire and MSG doing the heavy relationship lifting around here. Elle and I spiced up the hootchie-koo activities pretty often, and I put my toe in the rpg water once. But at some point, it dawned on us that this thing was hovering in the air all around us, like electro-zap-static energy on a dry winter day, and we needed to be an us, not just a the-two-of-them-plus-a-couple-of-friends-with-benefits. (Yeah, yeah, Elle was never just that coz she and Claire were bodymates, but the playing field was waaay less than level.)

So. On that day (five years plus five days ago from tonight), we ka-powed our way into this email explosion and suddenly we were yamming it up and rpg-ing left and right and just being a very happy four of us.

They're special people, you know? And they think I'm crazy-special too. (Which, duh, obviously they're right about!)

Five years and five days later, I still feel like that's pretty much when my real life started.

Thanks, you three! I love the CRAP out of you!!!

Back in the Action of Sweet Satisfaction!

So yeah, like, I hurt my leg again and had to some more way-too-long recovering, but I'm back, peeps!

Totally, so, so back. 

Dang, though, not coming up with much to blog about here. But you know what? That's not only okay, it's better than okay.

It's RAD.

Like singing in the shower. Or that dancing-while-nobody's-looking deal.

(And let me tell you, I can hot-cha cha-cha when no one's looking, and I am AWESOME at showering! Maybe not at the singing part, but dayum can I ever steam up the bathroom with a slippery sluicy drippy and juicy ten minutes under the showerhead.)

Is this my best blog post? HELL NO!

But I'm good with that.

In fact, I'm great with it!

Time to make the doughnuts, baby!