This is a multi crap post.
Number One - Remember my anal post? Is it going to be all about anal from now on? Apparently so. I wasn't even horny last night (rare occasion) but he was. Granted the regular sex was pretty damn good, but then he goes right for the ass. Come on now!
Number Two - In the sense that my boss is on MySpace and I've put a couple random blogs up that she's brought up in our meetings, I've opted to go into increased security mode. I deleted everyone that I work with from there and put up a privacy wall. Not my friend? Can't see it dude. That way I don't have to worry about my bitching coming back to bite me. I still maintained the friendships on Facebook since I don't blog there.
Number Three - I parked in the lot this morning by my house, quickly changed and came out at 8:05 - just to see the meter maid pulling away and another $20 ticket on my car. Fabulous.
Number Four - I had my outfit all picked out. I went to put on my shirt and my cat did something completely out of context - he had peed on it. Even though I obviously didn't wear it, I'm paranoid that I smell.
Number Five - I'm not feeling so hot. My throat hurts and I'm sniffley. One of the dudes I work with has strep - I better not have gotten it.
Number Six - Can I go home??
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Did you call it?
You're so good you should put money on my posts.
I wish I would have left my job.
Sigh.
But I'll keep looking!
I wish I would have left my job.
Sigh.
But I'll keep looking!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
The Yes Man.
Over the years I've developed into quite the Yes Man, and now I'm reaping what I sowed. Especially when it comes to family. You see, when my parents split some 15 years ago they divided up the holidays; however, if you dare not show up at Mom's on Thanksgiving (even though it's Dad's holiday) she's not going to talk to you until after Christmas. And when we proposed alternate holidays (Christmas on the 27 - yup, I'd even offer to give up my birthday), the response? "Have the other people move their holiday."
It's getting ridiculous now that I've been with the BF for 9 months. It's get up, go to his, go to my number one, go to my number two, go home, go to bed. 1/2 the day is in the car. It's gotten to the point where I'm about ready to accept the silent treatment and fall from grace so that I can have a moment of free time to myself. I mean, his family is the same way too - no budging. And we definitely can't combine the holidays.
The other thing is our Vegas vacation. That's a whole lot of "yes, mam" as well - I go with my mom - she wants to move, you move. She wants to eat, you eat. You do nothing without permission. Sleep in? Nope - she wakes up early. Well, this year the boyfriend wants to go (and let's revist the cruise - probably won't see him for a second) so I told him to bring a friend because it's the only way I can possibly balance the two people and make them both happy.
The downfall? Where do I come in? This is my vacation technically and I want my boyfriend there, I want to experience his first time there. It's a me & mom thing though, so she's throwing a fit and doing the guilt trip on how she'll just stay home - but I want her to be there so I have someone to hang out with. But these wants just don't seem to matter in the sense of balancing everyone.
I think I'm going to approach the BF with coming down on Sunday and not Saturday - that way me and mom have a day and a half to ourselves and he doesn't have to take an extra vacation day. Then he'll come down and come back with us.
I don't know .... advice??
It's getting ridiculous now that I've been with the BF for 9 months. It's get up, go to his, go to my number one, go to my number two, go home, go to bed. 1/2 the day is in the car. It's gotten to the point where I'm about ready to accept the silent treatment and fall from grace so that I can have a moment of free time to myself. I mean, his family is the same way too - no budging. And we definitely can't combine the holidays.
The other thing is our Vegas vacation. That's a whole lot of "yes, mam" as well - I go with my mom - she wants to move, you move. She wants to eat, you eat. You do nothing without permission. Sleep in? Nope - she wakes up early. Well, this year the boyfriend wants to go (and let's revist the cruise - probably won't see him for a second) so I told him to bring a friend because it's the only way I can possibly balance the two people and make them both happy.
The downfall? Where do I come in? This is my vacation technically and I want my boyfriend there, I want to experience his first time there. It's a me & mom thing though, so she's throwing a fit and doing the guilt trip on how she'll just stay home - but I want her to be there so I have someone to hang out with. But these wants just don't seem to matter in the sense of balancing everyone.
I think I'm going to approach the BF with coming down on Sunday and not Saturday - that way me and mom have a day and a half to ourselves and he doesn't have to take an extra vacation day. Then he'll come down and come back with us.
I don't know .... advice??
Monday, March 24, 2008
Anonymus Blogging.
Yung and Easily Freudened: Stupid. Bitch.
This is why I still choose to post Anonymously.
I've read a lot of posts about blogging with out divulging who you are and how it ruins your "cred" - but if you're putting it all out there like we do, sometimes you have to.
Truth be told, it's pretty damn easy to know who I am if you know me - I mean that's how D figured it out.
I couldn't imagine what the BF would do if he found out about this!
This is why I still choose to post Anonymously.
I've read a lot of posts about blogging with out divulging who you are and how it ruins your "cred" - but if you're putting it all out there like we do, sometimes you have to.
Truth be told, it's pretty damn easy to know who I am if you know me - I mean that's how D figured it out.
I couldn't imagine what the BF would do if he found out about this!
The truth about Anal.
This will be TMI for those of you faint at heart - because I wish that I could have found something as blunt as this before Sunday.
I have had anal sex in the past, but for the last 9 months haven't been able to do it no matter the coaxing. The first time I did it I was with what was supposed to be my fiance. A lot of lube and a bit of a sore butt later, I told myself I'd never do it again - and he had a pretty small cock. But the key was, I could do it because it was thin, not much girth. I got into a bit of drugs as well and ended up doing it completely stoned - this helped with the process. Majorly.
In the last few months the BF has done all he could to coax me into going butt up and letting him in. I've been wasted and it hasn't happened, I've been sober and it hasn't happened. I've wanted it to happen, but it hasn't. We've lubed, we've spit, we've done all things possible, but the tip went in, it hurt, I screamed, he freaked, I'd say if he really wanted it - he should just find someone else. It's not that his dick is huge - it's not that big. Average I'd have to say. It's a decent width, decent length. He's definitely bigger than the two that I've had it with - but still it's not something I'd write home to Mom about or anything, nor take pictures and fantasize.
I digress. So the dirty truth is I really needed to cum on Sunday morning. I was stir crazy. He looked so damn hot laying in bed, hair messed up, those baby blues looking at me in the morning. He did that breathing thing on my neck and it was like "Game on!" I jumped all about. He'd get hard, and then it would turn out that all that drinking dried me out really bad. But I had some lube in my purse and down I went to get it. I came back up, we started to have sex, I dried out. I was ticked.
That's when it dawned on me that the only time I ever came with the fiance was when we had anal sex (yes, just that once). I was desperate, I'd work through the pain, I just needed to cum. I looked at him, "where's the lube?"
"You're too dry sweetheart." His response.
"Fuck me in the ass."
I swear just the "a" came out of my mouth and he was lubed up and ready, hard as a rock. The truth is that phrase made him even harder than he'd ever been, which, by the way, makes his dick A LOT bigger than usual. Fuck.
He wanted to be slow and gentle, I told him to just do it. And he did. The pain was excruciating. I jumped like a Mexican jumping bean. Wiping the tears from my eyes I told him to let me do it.
It turns out that to start off it was much better with me on top. I had control of the depth and the angle. Breathe deeply. Use a lot of lube. It's gonna hurt but just get it in.
After awhile of me being in control he spun me around and propped me up doggy-style. The angle was all wrong but I just kept breathing - the shaking of my legs said it all and he told me to lie down to ease up the angle. So I did. This was much better to do, the angle was smoother but the doggy style really had me in pain. I could tell that he was about ready to cum, so I gripped the mattress and breathed as he finished up and collapsed on top of me. It wasn't but a few moments that he had been flipped on to his back and I took off for the bathroom. Just what I thought and expected - blood.
So what to expect if you're going bottoms-up for the first time ...
"Relax" isn't an option. There's a dick going in your butt. Your butt is not meant to be as flexible as your vagina. He can tell you to breath all you want but it's not going to happen.
Lube is mandatory.
Take control the first time, than let him go.
And don't expect to take a shit for a day. You'll also have gas - especially if you used a lot of lube. And it hurts when both of those happen. I bled until this morning.
Lucky bastard.
But it wasn't that bad ...
I'm just wondering if this is going to be like high school sex ... you know that first time you're with a guy and for the first 3 months you're fine with just groping each other, than you get involved with oral and that's all he wants every time you make out afterwards, than you have sex - so you pretty much have to do that all the time ... does that mean he's going to try and pop it in there EVERY TIME??
I have had anal sex in the past, but for the last 9 months haven't been able to do it no matter the coaxing. The first time I did it I was with what was supposed to be my fiance. A lot of lube and a bit of a sore butt later, I told myself I'd never do it again - and he had a pretty small cock. But the key was, I could do it because it was thin, not much girth. I got into a bit of drugs as well and ended up doing it completely stoned - this helped with the process. Majorly.
In the last few months the BF has done all he could to coax me into going butt up and letting him in. I've been wasted and it hasn't happened, I've been sober and it hasn't happened. I've wanted it to happen, but it hasn't. We've lubed, we've spit, we've done all things possible, but the tip went in, it hurt, I screamed, he freaked, I'd say if he really wanted it - he should just find someone else. It's not that his dick is huge - it's not that big. Average I'd have to say. It's a decent width, decent length. He's definitely bigger than the two that I've had it with - but still it's not something I'd write home to Mom about or anything, nor take pictures and fantasize.
I digress. So the dirty truth is I really needed to cum on Sunday morning. I was stir crazy. He looked so damn hot laying in bed, hair messed up, those baby blues looking at me in the morning. He did that breathing thing on my neck and it was like "Game on!" I jumped all about. He'd get hard, and then it would turn out that all that drinking dried me out really bad. But I had some lube in my purse and down I went to get it. I came back up, we started to have sex, I dried out. I was ticked.
That's when it dawned on me that the only time I ever came with the fiance was when we had anal sex (yes, just that once). I was desperate, I'd work through the pain, I just needed to cum. I looked at him, "where's the lube?"
"You're too dry sweetheart." His response.
"Fuck me in the ass."
I swear just the "a" came out of my mouth and he was lubed up and ready, hard as a rock. The truth is that phrase made him even harder than he'd ever been, which, by the way, makes his dick A LOT bigger than usual. Fuck.
He wanted to be slow and gentle, I told him to just do it. And he did. The pain was excruciating. I jumped like a Mexican jumping bean. Wiping the tears from my eyes I told him to let me do it.
It turns out that to start off it was much better with me on top. I had control of the depth and the angle. Breathe deeply. Use a lot of lube. It's gonna hurt but just get it in.
After awhile of me being in control he spun me around and propped me up doggy-style. The angle was all wrong but I just kept breathing - the shaking of my legs said it all and he told me to lie down to ease up the angle. So I did. This was much better to do, the angle was smoother but the doggy style really had me in pain. I could tell that he was about ready to cum, so I gripped the mattress and breathed as he finished up and collapsed on top of me. It wasn't but a few moments that he had been flipped on to his back and I took off for the bathroom. Just what I thought and expected - blood.
So what to expect if you're going bottoms-up for the first time ...
"Relax" isn't an option. There's a dick going in your butt. Your butt is not meant to be as flexible as your vagina. He can tell you to breath all you want but it's not going to happen.
Lube is mandatory.
Take control the first time, than let him go.
And don't expect to take a shit for a day. You'll also have gas - especially if you used a lot of lube. And it hurts when both of those happen. I bled until this morning.
Lucky bastard.
But it wasn't that bad ...
I'm just wondering if this is going to be like high school sex ... you know that first time you're with a guy and for the first 3 months you're fine with just groping each other, than you get involved with oral and that's all he wants every time you make out afterwards, than you have sex - so you pretty much have to do that all the time ... does that mean he's going to try and pop it in there EVERY TIME??
Recap o' Events.
Did you know that last Thursday started Spring? It was GORGEOUS. 40 plus degrees. I wanted to run REALLY bad, but couldn't do to events.
And you know what happened on Friday? 14 inches of snow. We closed the office and canceled my event. 14 damn inches.
I got off of work at 1:00 and decided I was not going to trek out to see Remmy, #1 and B - but then, I got stuck. In my alley. WAY stuck. 45 minutes stuck. The BF was out on the northside so he couldn't help out, so me and some kitty litter worked really hard on getting my tires to grip. I looked over at the parking lot and it was just the same, people stuck all over the place. I figured this was a word from above telling me to go out with my friends.
It took me about 45 minutes to drive 18 miles - but I finally arrived at Paragon for some drinking fun. Knowing the weather was bad and already having a slush-can't-see run in on the express way, I opted to take it easy ... until the BF called and I found out he was getting out of work early and would head on up to Stallis. That's when I decided drinking was a good idea - I mean, he could drive if I got trashed. So down the Captain and Cokes went.
A couple rounds of bags, a little flirtation, accidentally grabbing Remy's not-shot-glasses in his pocket, an hour long conversation with the dude next to me about car accident later I was sobered up and headed back to the BFs. He wanted sex, I wanted sleep. So that's what I did, on his couch.
About 3am I crawled into bed with him and slept soundly until he had to go to work. We both woke up incredibly horny from not really seeing each other all week. I can tell you this ... walking up to someone kissing your neck and grabbing your tits is awesome. A 20 minute romp in the sack, I was back asleep and he was off to work.
I woke up around 10am and headed home, did a little shopping and then got ready for the Pit's 1st year anniversary. I got the BF's, prepped the appetizers for Easter and watched Marquette lose by one point - than it was off to the Pit.
There was a pizza eating contest and lots of music, to which my lovely BF serenaded the whole bar and danced like a white dude. Too many mixed cocktails later, we decided it was a good idea to go to the casino.
4:30 in the morning later and $80 down, we headed home - climbed into bed and promptly snored ourselves to sleep, knowing in just a couple hours the race to each other's families was on.
We woke up at 10:00 and I couldn't wait to get it on. It had been over a week since I came and I needed it before I smiled joyfully at my family and talked about work and "what's new" twenty times over. About an hour into messing around I was disappointed in the hangover sex and looked at the BF who, as always, was joking that he wanted to throw it in my butt. "Fine. But I need to cum."
See the post above.
I ran home, changed into my dress and flipped open my phone as R called. She was at my door and wanted to get a shot at the High. She's done so much for me that I couldn't say no. So on went the strappy sandals and the spring dress and over to the bar. "Happy Easter!" Shot glass in the air, down the hatch and into my car I went.
Right in front of the gas station my "almost out of gas" light pops on and I pull up to the pump - only to see my tire is out of air. Shit.
Over the snow bank I go in my sandals and struggle to get the air hose over to my tire. Crouched in my dress the attendant comes out and fills it for me. Over to the pump and $45 bucks later I have a full tire and tank.
The BF didn't want to risk the chance of a slow leak, so we piled into his car and headed out to family one. Than to my family.
I've decided that after this it's a one-family a holiday event. I'll give up some if he will. All though he did say perhaps we could host Thanksgiving to ease it up a bit.
And you know what happened on Friday? 14 inches of snow. We closed the office and canceled my event. 14 damn inches.
I got off of work at 1:00 and decided I was not going to trek out to see Remmy, #1 and B - but then, I got stuck. In my alley. WAY stuck. 45 minutes stuck. The BF was out on the northside so he couldn't help out, so me and some kitty litter worked really hard on getting my tires to grip. I looked over at the parking lot and it was just the same, people stuck all over the place. I figured this was a word from above telling me to go out with my friends.
It took me about 45 minutes to drive 18 miles - but I finally arrived at Paragon for some drinking fun. Knowing the weather was bad and already having a slush-can't-see run in on the express way, I opted to take it easy ... until the BF called and I found out he was getting out of work early and would head on up to Stallis. That's when I decided drinking was a good idea - I mean, he could drive if I got trashed. So down the Captain and Cokes went.
A couple rounds of bags, a little flirtation, accidentally grabbing Remy's not-shot-glasses in his pocket, an hour long conversation with the dude next to me about car accident later I was sobered up and headed back to the BFs. He wanted sex, I wanted sleep. So that's what I did, on his couch.
About 3am I crawled into bed with him and slept soundly until he had to go to work. We both woke up incredibly horny from not really seeing each other all week. I can tell you this ... walking up to someone kissing your neck and grabbing your tits is awesome. A 20 minute romp in the sack, I was back asleep and he was off to work.
I woke up around 10am and headed home, did a little shopping and then got ready for the Pit's 1st year anniversary. I got the BF's, prepped the appetizers for Easter and watched Marquette lose by one point - than it was off to the Pit.
There was a pizza eating contest and lots of music, to which my lovely BF serenaded the whole bar and danced like a white dude. Too many mixed cocktails later, we decided it was a good idea to go to the casino.
4:30 in the morning later and $80 down, we headed home - climbed into bed and promptly snored ourselves to sleep, knowing in just a couple hours the race to each other's families was on.
We woke up at 10:00 and I couldn't wait to get it on. It had been over a week since I came and I needed it before I smiled joyfully at my family and talked about work and "what's new" twenty times over. About an hour into messing around I was disappointed in the hangover sex and looked at the BF who, as always, was joking that he wanted to throw it in my butt. "Fine. But I need to cum."
See the post above.
I ran home, changed into my dress and flipped open my phone as R called. She was at my door and wanted to get a shot at the High. She's done so much for me that I couldn't say no. So on went the strappy sandals and the spring dress and over to the bar. "Happy Easter!" Shot glass in the air, down the hatch and into my car I went.
Right in front of the gas station my "almost out of gas" light pops on and I pull up to the pump - only to see my tire is out of air. Shit.
Over the snow bank I go in my sandals and struggle to get the air hose over to my tire. Crouched in my dress the attendant comes out and fills it for me. Over to the pump and $45 bucks later I have a full tire and tank.
The BF didn't want to risk the chance of a slow leak, so we piled into his car and headed out to family one. Than to my family.
I've decided that after this it's a one-family a holiday event. I'll give up some if he will. All though he did say perhaps we could host Thanksgiving to ease it up a bit.
Clarity.
So first off, I shouldn't probably blog when I'm drunk, second off, the post wasn't about the BF below but a different encounter (me being the best friend referred to in the text) and just a bit of annoyance on the part of my friend.
I'll post more later!
I'll post more later!
Friday, March 21, 2008
What NOT to say.
When you’re drunk - you should NOT say:
"I can’t have sex - not because I’m tired - I’ll tell you later"
LATER COMES: "I have sores on my cock"
When talking about her best friend, and her date jokes about how she made out with him because he was drunk. Your comment in front of your girlfriend should not be "I guess I wasn’t drunk enough for her to make out with me."
ESPECIALLY IF YOU FUCKED YOUR WIFE'S BEST FRIED WHEN YOU WERE MARRIED.
Oh - and not responding to the text, "I just want to be worthy of you actually loving me for me" also not smart.
"I can’t have sex - not because I’m tired - I’ll tell you later"
LATER COMES: "I have sores on my cock"
When talking about her best friend, and her date jokes about how she made out with him because he was drunk. Your comment in front of your girlfriend should not be "I guess I wasn’t drunk enough for her to make out with me."
ESPECIALLY IF YOU FUCKED YOUR WIFE'S BEST FRIED WHEN YOU WERE MARRIED.
Oh - and not responding to the text, "I just want to be worthy of you actually loving me for me" also not smart.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
In continuation ...
I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY need to get a good night's sleep tonight. It's so hard to be away from your own bed. I've been sleeping on the couch since both the dogs I'm sitting for want to sleep in the bed, making no room for me. My shoulders and neck kill and even just the point of being in a weird place makes you sleep less.
Today's fun adventure began at 6am and will end around 7. The BF would really like to go to the casino tonight, but I think I'm going to pass. It just doesn't make sense to spend money I don't have at this point - plus I'd prefer to be a good dog sitter anyway.
I need to get to the gym as well. Damn it's hard juggling all of these things! I'd love to do it over lunch - but, nope, meetings. After work? Nope, meetings. Before work? Are you kidding me? I'm getting up at 5:30am in Whitefish Bay, walking the pups, leaving at 6:30am, going to my house, feeding the cat, showering, getting ready, and going to work by 8:00am.
Sleep. Please!
Today's fun adventure began at 6am and will end around 7. The BF would really like to go to the casino tonight, but I think I'm going to pass. It just doesn't make sense to spend money I don't have at this point - plus I'd prefer to be a good dog sitter anyway.
I need to get to the gym as well. Damn it's hard juggling all of these things! I'd love to do it over lunch - but, nope, meetings. After work? Nope, meetings. Before work? Are you kidding me? I'm getting up at 5:30am in Whitefish Bay, walking the pups, leaving at 6:30am, going to my house, feeding the cat, showering, getting ready, and going to work by 8:00am.
Sleep. Please!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Kit Kat Bar.
Give me a break, give me a break ...
Seriously. I'm exhausted. I'm also dog sitting this week in the hopes of having some extra cash before my $3K doctor's bills come. I wish I had the ability to see the future so I would have maxed out my Flex. Oh well, $500 is $500 towards it.
Let's see - life is boring as all hell. I can't wait for opening day.
I didn't take the job. All though the boss seemed like I should have and it's not like I got a "Please stay" incentive. Nope. Nada. Not even my fall vacation approved. But that's okay - I'm not regretting my decision, although the sales do suck this month so it's not looking like I'm getting my usual commission check.
So that's the work front. The BF front is same-old-same-old. I wish we'd do something exciting and thrilling - even if it's just a pin against the wall screw. Oh please, pin me against the wall and screw me!
Seriously. I'm exhausted. I'm also dog sitting this week in the hopes of having some extra cash before my $3K doctor's bills come. I wish I had the ability to see the future so I would have maxed out my Flex. Oh well, $500 is $500 towards it.
Let's see - life is boring as all hell. I can't wait for opening day.
I didn't take the job. All though the boss seemed like I should have and it's not like I got a "Please stay" incentive. Nope. Nada. Not even my fall vacation approved. But that's okay - I'm not regretting my decision, although the sales do suck this month so it's not looking like I'm getting my usual commission check.
So that's the work front. The BF front is same-old-same-old. I wish we'd do something exciting and thrilling - even if it's just a pin against the wall screw. Oh please, pin me against the wall and screw me!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Is this legal?
I came home today to change before my networking meeting tonight and my apartment door is wide open, lights on, windows open (with my heat on) and no one has told me they'd be there. This is the fourth time it's happened. Each time I've called my landlord and said, by law, I get 24 hours AT LEAST.
Now I want to call him and tell him that I'm done and want out of my lease since this is a continual problem - or at the very least, if it happens again - I'm moving. I mean for goodness sake, my cat could have run out of the house.
The only thing is I don't know if that's legal and I'm not sure if it should be a phone call or not. Maybe a phone call and a letter.
Anyone know??
Now I want to call him and tell him that I'm done and want out of my lease since this is a continual problem - or at the very least, if it happens again - I'm moving. I mean for goodness sake, my cat could have run out of the house.
The only thing is I don't know if that's legal and I'm not sure if it should be a phone call or not. Maybe a phone call and a letter.
Anyone know??
Standing Next to a Cheater
So you’re husband spent $80K on hookers and you’re just standing by his side as he admits it to the whole entire world. What would people think?
I wouldn’t have done it. Not in a second. I would have taken a stance for women for the first time in political history and not been there as a punching bag of support. I admit that I didn’t vote for Hilary because of her reaction to Bill. I don’t stand for cheating. Never have, never will.
It’s something I can’t fully compute still and I’ve b*tched about it several times. This is what makes me distrust people. Although, I know people have their faults, it doesn’t mean I have to stand by you and look like an idiot when yours go public.
I’ve read the rhetorics - she has daughters she’s trying to protect, showing them that she’s there for their father. My response? Bull Sh*t. You’re telling your daughters that it’s okay for their husband to spend EIGHTY THOUSAND DOLLARS on high-end hookers and still be with them. Although it’s a little more far fetched - you might even be sending the signal that’s it’s okay to BE a high priced whore.
News Flash - IT’S NOT OKAY.
Even if they had sons, I feel like it would be the same message - it’s okay to cheat on your wife - look she’ll stand by your side no matter how many diseased pussies you shove your cock into. Isn’t that sweet?
I don’t buy it for a second. She’s afraid of the life she’ll lose if she leaves. The bank account, the housing, the "prestige" (although I’d argue that she’s not looking to prestigious right now). She’s standing by his side for sh*t.
I wouldn’t have done it. Not in a second. I would have taken a stance for women for the first time in political history and not been there as a punching bag of support. I admit that I didn’t vote for Hilary because of her reaction to Bill. I don’t stand for cheating. Never have, never will.
It’s something I can’t fully compute still and I’ve b*tched about it several times. This is what makes me distrust people. Although, I know people have their faults, it doesn’t mean I have to stand by you and look like an idiot when yours go public.
I’ve read the rhetorics - she has daughters she’s trying to protect, showing them that she’s there for their father. My response? Bull Sh*t. You’re telling your daughters that it’s okay for their husband to spend EIGHTY THOUSAND DOLLARS on high-end hookers and still be with them. Although it’s a little more far fetched - you might even be sending the signal that’s it’s okay to BE a high priced whore.
News Flash - IT’S NOT OKAY.
Even if they had sons, I feel like it would be the same message - it’s okay to cheat on your wife - look she’ll stand by your side no matter how many diseased pussies you shove your cock into. Isn’t that sweet?
I don’t buy it for a second. She’s afraid of the life she’ll lose if she leaves. The bank account, the housing, the "prestige" (although I’d argue that she’s not looking to prestigious right now). She’s standing by his side for sh*t.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
This may not be what you want to hear ...
The BF and I have had our moments - served up here on a silver platter for that fact. And I was at my wits end and was ready to call truce and default into friendship. With out doing much though, my friendship blossomed into what was once my love.
Strange, that a little break from BF/GF made us realize how much we care about each other and want to be together. He went from dense-fuck to over-caring boyfriend. Especially with all the seizure crap that's been going on. So while he didn't spend the night on his last poker Tuesday, he did what I never thought he'd do - make time for me with his new schedule. Call me just to talk. Tell me he wanted me to come over. Offer to drive me to doctor's appointments. Tell me he loved me every day. Be guidance, be love, be more than any girl could ask for.
And ask me to move in.
Yeah. Turns out he might have to move in summer, so do I. He threw out that perhaps we should move in together. In fact, if I could get out of my lease, maybe I should move in sooner to his house while we find a place together. Wait? What?
Being that rent was about a grand this past month w/water and gas, plus I shoveled my booty off, this doesn't seem like a bad option. As long as we see each other, have sex, we're fine. This might be fantastic.
I'm not jumping into the pond head-first, fearing that it's a fleeting moment that he's known to have, but I'm keeping the options open.
Oh, and a friend of mine has to give up his dog. I'm in LOVE with his dog. I want to take her in, but the apartment doesn't allow it. So he looked at her and he wants to take her - not because I want her, but because she's a good fit. Secondly, because it would make his son happy and thirdly, because it broke my heart and he didn't want that.
Though, on the confusing front, there's been 2 conversations in the last week where he referred to whether or not I want kids - conversations that went (to his son) "don't you want brothers and sisters?" Kid - "Yes" BF "Well tell MG to get working on that." Me - HUH?
Or at my grandpa's birthday party this past weekend when my cousin announced that she was pregnant again, he said "When are we going to have kids?" Me - HUH? "When I get a ring, a wedding and a house."
But at dinner I asked him directly, "Do you want more kids?" His response, "Probably not."
Confused. But still gracious. Kids really aren't in my game plan anyway. But he could be. Maybe.
Oh? And I've slept like crap the last 3 nights, so here I am wide awake at home when I get a text, "Sleeping okay?" ME - "Wide awake." BF - "Go to my house and sleep."
Just what I needed.
AND ON SECOND NOTE:
WOS on Dayna's blog feels that the ad she might place on his home-wrecking revelation of a 3 month old son might benefit him in the divorce. My idea? Then F*ck it. I'll place the ad. Oh - and I have lots of unappealing, double chin shots of him. And if I can't find them - I know Photoshop. Piece of shit. Don't fuck with my girl. And my ad won't be that nice!
Strange, that a little break from BF/GF made us realize how much we care about each other and want to be together. He went from dense-fuck to over-caring boyfriend. Especially with all the seizure crap that's been going on. So while he didn't spend the night on his last poker Tuesday, he did what I never thought he'd do - make time for me with his new schedule. Call me just to talk. Tell me he wanted me to come over. Offer to drive me to doctor's appointments. Tell me he loved me every day. Be guidance, be love, be more than any girl could ask for.
And ask me to move in.
Yeah. Turns out he might have to move in summer, so do I. He threw out that perhaps we should move in together. In fact, if I could get out of my lease, maybe I should move in sooner to his house while we find a place together. Wait? What?
Being that rent was about a grand this past month w/water and gas, plus I shoveled my booty off, this doesn't seem like a bad option. As long as we see each other, have sex, we're fine. This might be fantastic.
I'm not jumping into the pond head-first, fearing that it's a fleeting moment that he's known to have, but I'm keeping the options open.
Oh, and a friend of mine has to give up his dog. I'm in LOVE with his dog. I want to take her in, but the apartment doesn't allow it. So he looked at her and he wants to take her - not because I want her, but because she's a good fit. Secondly, because it would make his son happy and thirdly, because it broke my heart and he didn't want that.
Though, on the confusing front, there's been 2 conversations in the last week where he referred to whether or not I want kids - conversations that went (to his son) "don't you want brothers and sisters?" Kid - "Yes" BF "Well tell MG to get working on that." Me - HUH?
Or at my grandpa's birthday party this past weekend when my cousin announced that she was pregnant again, he said "When are we going to have kids?" Me - HUH? "When I get a ring, a wedding and a house."
But at dinner I asked him directly, "Do you want more kids?" His response, "Probably not."
Confused. But still gracious. Kids really aren't in my game plan anyway. But he could be. Maybe.
Oh? And I've slept like crap the last 3 nights, so here I am wide awake at home when I get a text, "Sleeping okay?" ME - "Wide awake." BF - "Go to my house and sleep."
Just what I needed.
AND ON SECOND NOTE:
WOS on Dayna's blog feels that the ad she might place on his home-wrecking revelation of a 3 month old son might benefit him in the divorce. My idea? Then F*ck it. I'll place the ad. Oh - and I have lots of unappealing, double chin shots of him. And if I can't find them - I know Photoshop. Piece of shit. Don't fuck with my girl. And my ad won't be that nice!
Monday, March 10, 2008
The Old Adage.
I told my boss today that I almost accepted that job - not because I wanted more money, but because I wanted her to know my dedication and hope she had the same to me. Of course, I mentioned that I would hope she would respect me enough to stop using the term "my age."
Because realistically, "when you were my age" cost of living was SIGNIFICANTLY lower. I mean, last I read, COL is up 40% in the last 10 years. Divide my income in half and that's technically what I was making at your age. Really, good money? I mean, I make a living. I get to do what I want. But I HATE THAT MY AGE is used so often. What about what I did for your company? How about saying, "You make good money for what you do."
Oh - and then she reverts back to her favorite adage which makes me never want to speak to her, "you always see the negative - that was a positive statement."
Because realistically, "when you were my age" cost of living was SIGNIFICANTLY lower. I mean, last I read, COL is up 40% in the last 10 years. Divide my income in half and that's technically what I was making at your age. Really, good money? I mean, I make a living. I get to do what I want. But I HATE THAT MY AGE is used so often. What about what I did for your company? How about saying, "You make good money for what you do."
Oh - and then she reverts back to her favorite adage which makes me never want to speak to her, "you always see the negative - that was a positive statement."
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Pigs.
Men are idiots. Put your dick in a whore, get her pregnant - smart move. A**
Opening day is only a couple weeks away!
Smiles Dayna! Smiles!
Opening day is only a couple weeks away!
Smiles Dayna! Smiles!
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Pissed off the neighbor.
If only this were a podcast and you could hear the angry rolling of paint against the walls in hall outside my back entrance and the angry spattering of paints on the plastic.
Yes, I narked on you.
That's right, it was for slightly selfish gains, don't get me wrong. I was hoping the work wouldn't be done, after all I would like to just move out into a humble abode where my gas/electric bills didn't total $203 for 58 degree heat or $102 for 3 minutes of hot water a day. Seriously, my total rental costs for just living this month were near $1000 - that's ridiculous, I could have a studio downtown or better yet, be developing a savings account.
So when the landlord said that "it's not within my budget" to replace the carpeting downstairs and argued against fixing the bathroom, I threw in there "Look, I'm a professional - my clothes can't smell like certain things when I go to work that the downstairs neighbors do on a regular basis." He kind of got the picture. And he did pay the maintenance guy (downstairs neighbor) to paint my walls in NOVEMBER and they still aren't done. Do I expect my new printer to be gone tomorrow when he comes into paint? Maybe.
I agreed to stay, it did dawn on me that I really have to give notice in May (60 days) - which is only, grab your seats folks, 1.5 months away. And, I bet I can negotiate an early release if there's a person interested in a 1 BR loft in the beautiful area of Bay View that doesn't mind spotted carpet and holy ceilings.
Shit. Just realized that I have to smell paint fumes tomorrow night. May have to arrange a sleep over. Poor kitty - like he doesn't get stoned off the pot enough.
Yes, I narked on you.
That's right, it was for slightly selfish gains, don't get me wrong. I was hoping the work wouldn't be done, after all I would like to just move out into a humble abode where my gas/electric bills didn't total $203 for 58 degree heat or $102 for 3 minutes of hot water a day. Seriously, my total rental costs for just living this month were near $1000 - that's ridiculous, I could have a studio downtown or better yet, be developing a savings account.
So when the landlord said that "it's not within my budget" to replace the carpeting downstairs and argued against fixing the bathroom, I threw in there "Look, I'm a professional - my clothes can't smell like certain things when I go to work that the downstairs neighbors do on a regular basis." He kind of got the picture. And he did pay the maintenance guy (downstairs neighbor) to paint my walls in NOVEMBER and they still aren't done. Do I expect my new printer to be gone tomorrow when he comes into paint? Maybe.
I agreed to stay, it did dawn on me that I really have to give notice in May (60 days) - which is only, grab your seats folks, 1.5 months away. And, I bet I can negotiate an early release if there's a person interested in a 1 BR loft in the beautiful area of Bay View that doesn't mind spotted carpet and holy ceilings.
Shit. Just realized that I have to smell paint fumes tomorrow night. May have to arrange a sleep over. Poor kitty - like he doesn't get stoned off the pot enough.
Devil in a Blue Dress
If someone came up to you and offered you a guaranteed 4K more than you make now, with the potential of $30K more than you make in a year and said they'd also take away a lot of the Bull Shit you deal with on a daily basis, what would you think?
Here's the basic play. A offers me a job, tells me the rate, I say no. A comes back, offers me another job. I still say no. A comes back a third time and says, "Now you can make 30K more this year than you make now."
The job is a lot less hours, a lot less bull sh*t, a higher title.
My job now has a couple perks I wouldn't see - paid cell phone, Mac computer (there it's PC), industry I love, people I know, marketing and events.
But the two key perks in question - less crap and more money - are they worth trading that in? I love events & marketing, I sell so that I can do those things and generate more business. I hate dealing with the crap that's going on lately though - it seems like every time I minutely screw up people call it to everyone's attention.
What's a girl to do?
Here's the basic play. A offers me a job, tells me the rate, I say no. A comes back, offers me another job. I still say no. A comes back a third time and says, "Now you can make 30K more this year than you make now."
The job is a lot less hours, a lot less bull sh*t, a higher title.
My job now has a couple perks I wouldn't see - paid cell phone, Mac computer (there it's PC), industry I love, people I know, marketing and events.
But the two key perks in question - less crap and more money - are they worth trading that in? I love events & marketing, I sell so that I can do those things and generate more business. I hate dealing with the crap that's going on lately though - it seems like every time I minutely screw up people call it to everyone's attention.
What's a girl to do?
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