A Giant Bottle of Fuck It

I just want to scream WHAT THE FUCK at the top of my lungs. Nothing went right yesterday. Today started off good but the vibe between Bear and me is way off tonight and dammit it's been fucking DAYS since I've gotten laid. Now I know I've gained a good bit of weight since we met but he swears I am still sexy. And I know work is stressful for him right now but there is like NO better stress reliever than making whoopee. UGH!!!!!

I hate these days where I don't know if I have a chance to get lucky by staying up or if I should go to sleep and hope for better tomorrow. I am horny. I mean, I'm like always horny but this is insane, I've been craving this since Wednesday. Four fucking days later, you can imagine the ticking time bomb here. 

In other news, busted my ass cleaning and baking today and no gratitude there. Bubba is on my nerves for being a lazy ass but he's a teenage boy so I keep reminding myself that this too shall pass. I get a glimpse of the man he could become every now and again but I just pray he leans that way and not towards this laziness he is so good at these days. Princess has her moments, don't get me wrong but she is a harder worker than he is to be sure. Goober is still being bratty. And all this would get on my nerves a whole lot less if I were getting more regular orgasms. 

I'm not trying to be selfish, I know he has needs too but while I don't want to be demanding, I do need more than once a week. Enough complaining...time to say fuck it. I am going to hit the bourbon. 

Funky Punky

I’m not normal. No, seriously, there is no textbook, stereotypical category that you can fit me into…and that’s just the way I like it. So, being the very non-typical gal that I am, I have no fashion sense whatsoever. Why do you need to know this? It will become clear, bear with me.

Speaking of Bear, my conversation with him is what sparked this post today…but I need to give a little more background to bring this all together. Bear is at a point where he is trying to advance his career and is ready to try the, ‘don’t dress for the job you have, dress for the job you want,’ way of thinking to his business casual wardrobe. 

So a few weeks ago he invested in some better clothes, tailored to fit properly.

He also recently got new glasses, not because of the dressing better thing, just because it was that time. New every two and all. These particular frames are mainly metal with a little bit of purple on the side, near the front. This past Friday he wore a purple shirt to work, it was clean and on top, easy choice.

So, he comes home Friday night and tells me that his boss was giving him shit about matching his accessories. After a good laugh at that, I asked if anyone has noticed his new threads he’s been sporting the past couple weeks…

Him: Yea, they asked me if my girlfriend has been dressing me.

Me: *Laughing* Didn’t you tell them I have no sense of fashion?

Him: *Big smile* Yup, I told them you dress like Punky Brewster.

After I almost peed my pants laughing, I had to admit…he’s not far off from the truth there. I wear a lot more pink than Punky though.