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!
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!
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!
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!!!
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!
Damn, ya'll!
Monday: Ariel's anniversary!
Tuesday: Literally f***ing awesome.
Wednesday: UPS says Giant Size Akane is almost here!
Thursday: SHE'S HERE
Friday: Extreme party-tastic action!!!
Saturday: Even better partying down-to-the-ground AND tons of Boba Fett episodes AND blogging with Aers!
Today: I don't know, it just got started. What, do I look like some kinda Jedi?
Summary time!
Rockin' week, and almost all because of my amazing yams.
THANK YOU, YAMS!!!
Everybody else ... I hope this week is as good for you as this past week was for me!
You may not believe it, but whoever you are out there reading this, you are crushing it!
Maybe you're thinking, "What the hell, Sasha, you don't even know me or what's going on with me or whether I'm crazypants kookoo or totally chillaxed and on top of things!" And the odds are pretty good you're right about that.
BUT!
Is there any other you? I bet not. And that means ...
Nobody's as good at being you as YOU are.
Like, even if someone has practiced and figured out how to do a pretty good impression of you, they've got no idea how to actually be you. (Also, congratulations for knowing someone who would practice doing an impression of you! That rocks!)
And if you're thinking, "My life sucks. I can't do anything right. What the hell do you mean, I'm crushing it?" you wanna know the answer? Just imagine someone you think has a way easier time of things than you do and seems to do a way better job of things than you do ...
What if they were suddenly you -- including having all those downer feelings about themselves? I'm betting they'd suck at being you! They couldn't take it!
You've got a shit-ton more practice at being you than they'll ever have, and as far as people who seem to have an easy time of stuff? Guess what! Probably the thing they have the easiest time of is hiding all the things they have a hard time at. They've figured out their sweet spots and how to show those off, but if they suddenly had to be you? They'd totally freak.
And if you're reading this and thinking, "Damn, girl, missed me by a mile! I don't think any of that depresso-bummer stuff about myself," then like I said ... you're crushing it!
Anyway, if you needed this pep-talk and now you realize that you're the best person at being you that there ever could be ... time to CRUSH IT HARDER!
(p.s., my girlfriend Claire is a zillion times better at writing this kind of peppy stuff than I am, but you know what? Doesn't matter! I still CRUSHED it!)
