I’ve done a lot recently, an insane vegas grooming convention quite recently.
I made tears today, begging my friend Rayne to stop referring to mine and glenn’s relationship as in the honeymoon stage because I didn’t think we were anymore. He has seemed so irritable lately, so disgruntled, so bored with me. Still the sweet and gag-worthy emails that I collect and adore, but when we spoke or he popped up at my work he seemed so bugged with me.
I hate the things I do that are so opposite of him. My lackadaisical (not a popsicle) attitude toward housekeeping disgusts him… I would choose the man who alphabetizes and organizes and uses rulers and hangs things on the wall using those whatsits… levels? Levelers?
I hate that I’m so busy and so boring. I have no time to read anymore. The next book on the list is The Postmortal by Drew Msomebody. God, give me the tips to splurge on an Amazon purchase that doesn’t involve parenting advice. Give me the time to read!
I’m lonely, horny, and sad. Losing weight and wanting sex but living too far to get it. Toys get boring, and I’m bored…
