geriatric computer motions have kept my blabbing to a minimum. that with a lot of too busy dicking around. also, i've been busy moving into a new place and getting accustomed to my new chore of goat milker/goat wrangler/goat bitch. it hasn't been easy but tonight i made moves. i ditched the leashes and saved my sanity. it was so fucking easy! there was no running away, no humping on the trail, no head butting me, no breaking through the gate, no shocks from the fence, no tug o' war, no nothing! my fuck it attitude really payed off this time.
and with another gift of vision, this one in the form of new specs, i could actually see what i was not giving a shit about. and somewhat unfortunately, the unblurred surprise of the ever fascinating goat penis. corkscrewed! for real!