So I bit a hole in my lip
Many in fact. Biting my lip has become quite aper-po for what I am experiencing mentally lately. It's the only way to fight the urge.
Being that my brain is over worked from this new job-thing, I find myself wanting to come home and cut loose. Perhaps wine, perhaps time with family, perhaps bedroom time with husband? Yes?
No.
The first two evenings after work, I hit herendous traffic accidents which held me up for quite some time. Being a 25 minute commute, I would have never thought I would sit in traffic for 3 and a half hours. Fuck.
The other evenings I found myself intangled in and intricate web devised by my children... called "let's get a pet." I thought for sure the hamster would hold them over on that one for awhile. Not that I don't think they deserve one... It's just a tremendous time and energy zapper trying to ship a dog from the other side of the US because that's the one they wanted.
Wine I cannot have, due to the painkillers I still have to pop occassionally due to lingering side effects of the surgery. I went back to work too soon. Spank me... please?
Which brings me to my next frustration... sex. I want it, can't have it, I want to mame something most hastily. Have you ever seen that 40 days and 4o nights? Yep, that's me in a nutshell. Feel my pain:
My next submission is due in two weeks; as you know this requires for me to think about sex. Normally, I like to fuck like mad when I write... for material sake, you know? Of course you do. At this point, I am worried that I will have to break the rules a bit and just do it anyway. On top of this issue, I am dealing with my irrisistable husband as well.
I am noticing how good my husband smells at night when he goes to bed.
I am smacking myself in the forhead every time I see him naked.
I am trying not to allow long passionate kisses, though I always give in anyway.
He talks dirty to me in my ear and makes references all day; in fun I'm sure because he knows it drives me crazy. Then I have to move furniture or watch football instead... or I run.
What's a girl to do? Do it anyway? I can't.
I wonder if oral would work...
*bling! (lightbulb)*
Have to go.
Being that my brain is over worked from this new job-thing, I find myself wanting to come home and cut loose. Perhaps wine, perhaps time with family, perhaps bedroom time with husband? Yes?
No.
The first two evenings after work, I hit herendous traffic accidents which held me up for quite some time. Being a 25 minute commute, I would have never thought I would sit in traffic for 3 and a half hours. Fuck.
The other evenings I found myself intangled in and intricate web devised by my children... called "let's get a pet." I thought for sure the hamster would hold them over on that one for awhile. Not that I don't think they deserve one... It's just a tremendous time and energy zapper trying to ship a dog from the other side of the US because that's the one they wanted.
Wine I cannot have, due to the painkillers I still have to pop occassionally due to lingering side effects of the surgery. I went back to work too soon. Spank me... please?
Which brings me to my next frustration... sex. I want it, can't have it, I want to mame something most hastily. Have you ever seen that 40 days and 4o nights? Yep, that's me in a nutshell. Feel my pain:
My next submission is due in two weeks; as you know this requires for me to think about sex. Normally, I like to fuck like mad when I write... for material sake, you know? Of course you do. At this point, I am worried that I will have to break the rules a bit and just do it anyway. On top of this issue, I am dealing with my irrisistable husband as well.
I am noticing how good my husband smells at night when he goes to bed.
I am smacking myself in the forhead every time I see him naked.
I am trying not to allow long passionate kisses, though I always give in anyway.
He talks dirty to me in my ear and makes references all day; in fun I'm sure because he knows it drives me crazy. Then I have to move furniture or watch football instead... or I run.
What's a girl to do? Do it anyway? I can't.
I wonder if oral would work...
*bling! (lightbulb)*
Have to go.
posted by Everything Nice at 9:11 PM
18 Comments:
lmao
you go girl!
and welcome back :)
Did I miss something? What's with the celibacy?
the wonders of innovative thinking and creative solutions. I would say your situation sucks, but I see that you're making that work for you ;)
Masterbation on hold, oral didn't suffice.
Get that whole kicked in the stomach feeling.
In short, it really fucking sucks right now to be me.
Really fucking sucks.
Any suggestions on how to avoid sex without driving myself into some hardcore bad habit?
Please assist.
You guys are classic, keep going.
This is pure entertainment really, says the "internally frustrated will never make it" chick.
EN - you could try reading a transcript of Dumbya's last State of the Union Address while listening to Perry Como doing Nirvana's Greatest Hits.
ming's suggestion turned me off sex for at least a day or two and i'm a) not getting any and b) not even doing the suggestion... just the IDEA!
:)
hrixlpnz <-= seriously?
huh? wassat?
Perry Como does Nirvana???
Seriously????
Snap your fingers, tap your toes:
Rape me, baby,
Rape me my friend, oh yeah!
Rape me, you swingin' chick,
Rape me again
Glad I could help.
Sorry, T and Sassi, that you got some by osmosis.
Teresa, Sassi - this is for you (EN, stay away):
Baby, take off your coat, real slow.
Baby, take off your shoes. I'll help you take off your shoes.
Baby, take off your dress. Yes, yes, yes.
You can leave your hat on.
You can leave your hat on.
You can leave your hat on.
Go over there, turn on the light. No, all the lights.
Come back here, stand on the chair. Ooh, baby, that's right!
Raise your arms in the air, now shake 'em.
You give me reason to live.
You give me reason to live.
You give me reason to live.
You can leave your hat on!
Suspicious minds are talking. That's right, they'll tear us apart.
They don't believe in this love of ours.
They don't know what love is.
They don't know what love is.
I know what love is.
You can leave your hat on.
You can...
Sounds more like Frankie doing Nirvana... Perry Como was more subdued than that.
Do I really have to stay out of it? And besides, I shouldn't have to stay out of anything dammit.
This is MY blog.
I love Tom Jones, and this song. Imparticularly the version off of the Full Monty soundtrack.
That song reminds me of the time I got drunk at that one party I was at and that song came on and... well... I never did find my blouse, or panties.
Any of you guys/gals got em.
Yes, they were clean.
I thought Frankie did Hollywood?
Well, that was when I wore underwear anyway.
Now you know why I don't now.
I can never keep track of them... naughty underwear.
Frankie did do Hollywood and then some. But Relax, don't do it... when you wanna come.
I do... I do.
Okay, not really.
I second that.
Apparently your boxers are really hip. I have never asked any of my morning afters for theirs.
Either that or your women had dirty underwear and didn't want to put them back on
-or-
they didn't want to leave a trail on your furniture.
Pick one.
T- I like to think of you sitting naked. Thanks for the tease.
Now I will spend the next 50 minutes reviewing probate to forget about you sitting naked.
macho and forceful...
color me shocked.
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