3 posts tagged “day off”

That really fucking rocks.

The early hours were (and always are) a bit rough but that aside, Little T and I had a good day.  Didn't do anything special but we just had a good day.  Then the T got home from his appointment and we all hung out, got pizza, watched The Transformers.... Awesome movie.

Now it's 12.45a.

I've showered, My heating pad thingy is heated and waiting for me in the microwave and I'm going to be in bed before 1am.

Fucking awesome.
Nite nite.

9 days until Nathan gets here...
9 days until the Terrorist gets Little T full time...
7 days until the Terrorist's birthday...
3 days until the 4th of July...
2 days until I get a day off...

I went to Ikea today thanks to gunderson bee's suggestion on where to find string lights.  Though they didn't have what I was looking for I still love that place.  I get a hard on every time I'm there.  I wish I had enough stuff to have a reason to buy all of their storage devices.  They're awesome!

Work does not sound appealing today.  Mainly because I'm fucking exhausted and really freaking hungry.  But I guess that's what you get when you don't sleep enough and forget to eat.  Plus the fact that I'm working with the New Guy tonight.  It's just going to be him and I and he's not really trained.  Hopefully it'll be slow. 

Objective:  Make it through work without freaking out... get home, DO NOT TOUCH MP3 PLAYER... no matter how much I may want to, find 5-10 pics to have printed.  Change sheets.  Sleep like a baby.  Look into making Limoncello.

Disclaimer: With in this post you will find sordid dirty details of my sex life... and other stuff.  If you don't want to hear about it... stop reading.  NOW!  I MEAN IT!  STOP READING THIS FREAKING POST... You know you don't wanna!!!  Oh well.. you can't blame me.  I warned you!

Disclaimer PS.  I've smoked some of the pot and well... it's fucking with my sense of humor.  Sorry.

First and foremost, it needs to be said that I really really want a coke.  Like, insanely bad.  I'm eating left over Pizza Schmizza and I loaded it with salt and a coke would be just simply fucking perfect.  Oh well, I'll have to live without perfection. 

Secondly, I stayed at the Terrorists house last night; because he has to work at 9am I knew I'd be up early so I decided I was going to take that early morning alertness opportunity to drop off some resumes.  I dropped him off at the airport then headed home.  Showered, got ready, chatted with the 8000 people who currently live here and in doing so lost ALL my motivation.  However, I pressed on.  I was going to get out of the house and pass out some resumes if it killed me.  And I did.  One.  Then I got to Killingsworth and 60th and decided I was tired of it.

Jesus, I suck.

Had some sex last night.  Really really really amazing sex.  I don't want to expound to much on the details because I know The Terrorist reads this and I don't need his ego to swell to much.  Having said that, he and I have always had generally good sex.  Granted, some days are better than others and there've been a few morning escapades that have been slightly sub par but  more or less we have pretty good sex. 

Last night.

Jesus, last night.

I don't know if the planets were aligned right or the cosmos were tilting just so but holy mother of fucking christ that was some good sexing.  I don't think he enjoyed it quite as much as I did, which sucks cause I thought it was amazing.  I'm not sure what made it so good...  Well yes, I am, but I'll censor the details (aside from a bit of an unexpected start and some new stuff added in the mix.) 

Having a desperate need to smoke afterward I went to the living room, I was sitting on the couch smoking and my legs were shaking, so were my hands, I could barely hold my phone because I was shaking so much.  It was gnarly. 

I hope the planets align right or the cosmos tilt just so again (sometime soon)!! 

Now I gotta go shower and dance around naked.  (It's my day off!)