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June 01, 2006
you asked for it, you got it
Mona commented that she would like to hear more about my flashing/mooning story so here goes. I fear you will be sorely disappointed and sorry that you didn’t instead ask to hear about the night I blacked out from drinking, a story that surely would make my mother proud. Certainly, you would be more enthralled with hearing about one of my many fist fights. But since you asked here goes…
First I have to assure you that I am not a mooner. I‘ve never felt comfortable enough with the junk in my trunk to be showing it off. I have body image issues and even back in the day when the whole package was lean and mean, I thought I was fat. Thanks wherever you are to Scott Krieger, jackass.
Anyway when I was 25 or 26 I overcame many of my body issues and was feeling pretty darn good about the way things were looking. Jennifer Lopez made it ok for me to like my butt, who knew!! But I got semi-dumped by a semi-boyfriend and went a little wild. I cut off all my hair and got another piercing (below the neck, above the belly button).
It made me nuts! Seriously, I felt pretty damn cool, miss thang that I thought I was. Almost everywhere I went I flashed everyone and their mother, whether they wanted to see it or not. I was being a big damn show off about it. I was an ass.
Half of Seattle has seen my boobies now.
And yet, now I would be too embarrassed to breast feed in public…
Sorry to disappoint you Mona, I know you were hoping for something really meaty. I feel ashamed.
Posted by bugg at June 1, 2006 02:01 PM
Comments
Don't be sorry! That's waaaay more than I've ever done! If I show a bit of thigh I feel naughty, let alone my boobies!
Okay, I'll bite...tell us about the night you blacked out!
Posted by: monabuonanotte at June 2, 2006 06:51 AM