Some Girls

March 8, 2026, a very long day. I do not wish to moan about my shit in life (no whining in Kandi’s Land). However, I do want to paint a picture of what any one day, how any one experience I had occurred. This is not all unicorns and lollipops. You can get that stuff anywhere else on the world wide web. We are reality.

On the day prior, at around 10:00PM I got up to go to work. From that moment on, I was in Amazon mode, losing an hour to the stupidity of day light saving time along the way, my workday concluding with my arrival back home at around 8:00AM. Very little sleep, but an open day with the angel known as my wife at work all day. Time to get my girl on, after my daily workout.

The day was simple. I attended a Vintage Fest, which was mostly row after row of overpriced (for me, not for the fact that this stuff was found and preserved for sale, literally one-of-a-kind) with hundreds of people walking around, making me feel pretty good about myself. [If you have an issue with trans people, yet you dress as an 80’s video game character, you need to go away. No one even noticed me, but that is a general statement.]

At the fest, I picked up two great Rolling Stones tees. On the way home, I stopped for my obligatory bottle of Red Stag and a Goodwill browse. There I got a piece we will talk about soon. Anyway, this was me that day.

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Some girls give me money, some girls buy me clothes
Some girls give me jewelry, that I never thought I'd own

Some girls give me diamonds, some girls, heart attacks
Some girls I give all my bread to, I don't ever want it back

Some girls give me jewelry, others buy me clothes
Some girls give me children, I never asked them for

So give me all your money, give me all your gold
I'll buy you a house in Baker Street, and give you half of what I own

Some girls take my money, some girls take my clothes
Some girls get the shirt off my back, and leave me with a lethal dose

French girls they want Cartier, Italian girls want cars
American girls want everything in the world you can possibly imagine

English girls they're so prissy, I can't stand them on the telephone
Sometimes I take the receiver off the hook, I don't want them to ever call at all

White girls they're pretty funny, sometimes they drive me mad
Black girls just wanna get fucked all night, I just don't have that much jam

Chinese girls are so gentle, they're really such a tease
You never know quite what they're cookin', inside those silky sleeves

Give me all you money, give me all your gold
I'll buy you a house in Baker Street, and give you half of what I own

Some girls they're so pure, some girls so corrupt
Some girls give me children, I only made love to her once

Give me half your money, give me half your car
Give me half of everything, I'll make you world's biggest star

So gimme all your money, give me all your gold
Let's go back to Zuma beach, I'll give you half of everything I own

Songwriters: Michael Donald Chapman / Nicholas Barry Chinn

As an aside, I had no idea no Stone wrote this particular song! FYI, Mike Chapman produced so many huge 70’s/80’s songs, among them My Sharona and Call Me, both overall No.1 songs of their respective years.

I won’t go into a long dissertation on The Stones. As we know, they are The Fuckin’ Stones, literally spanning every moment of my long life. All I will say is this album was dead square in my life wheelhouse, 1978, the summer before my senior year in high school, feeling my oats (no one felt them but me, sadly).

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It having been a long day and the itch scratched, I was, as Portugal, The Man said, “Feeling It Still”! Let’s talk reality here. I am 64 years old. I am clearly on the back nine, hopefully with quite a few holes left to go. But in terms of presenting Kandi in an appealing fashion to the world, the clock is ticking…loudly! Right now, I can still pull off boudoir, still wear a way-to-young-for-me dress, don that short skirt, kinda gin up something sexy looking. But the end of this is just around the corner. Remember, Father Time is undefeated. Knowing this and having freed myself up mentally as I have discussed, any time and every time I get the chance to do something on that cusp of PG-13, I am going to do so. This is the stretch run for me. 2026 will be the year of beach Kandi as well as playful Kandi.

With a few Stones Tees in tow and wearing a perfect bra and panty set, it was playtime! Backstory, I adore a matching bra and panty set, usually tied into my outfit even though no one will know that but me. This day, I selected a bra purchased at least four years ago, which I call “Clifford, the big red bra”. If you have kids, you know who Clifford, the big red dog is, now connect the dots on this. It was perfect in all aspects with a pair of panties recently acquired. I felt amazing! A glass of Red Stag (okay, the first glass), great lingerie, the Stones, this is what happens.

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We only get one shot at this thing called “life”; it’s your call what you do with it.

Postscript: What do you think was my highlight of this day?

Time’s up…writing this post.

Not the outfits, not the pics, not the swag purchased, not Clifford and the matching panties, not the Red Stag, writing. The biggest regret of my life (and I have many) is not being able to do jack shit with my ability to write. But that eighteen hole lurks…

Until next time.

Post-postscript: This is being written yesterday afternoon. As you will read in an upcoming post, I broke my laptop at Keystone. It’s now five days in repair, waiting for a simple part. Without it, I have difficulty functioning on one of my jobs, I had to figure out what the passwords are for various things (I wracked my addled brain until I finally remembered what my admin password is for this place). All my Keystone memories are in limbo. My ability to write about what happened is probably gone (yeah, you know why…). Off to see the grandson while my PC sits there. At least I got that going for me.