Well, I decided to help out around the house and do some laundry today... It ended up being 3 completely full loads. My washing machine can take a lot of clothes. Bloody hell that took a long time. Anywho, mum decided to help me hang one of the batches. It so happens that it was the batch that was mainly filled my my clothes. I found it so awkward hanging up my g-strings in front of mum. I've started to wear g-string a little over a year ago. It just find them to be so crazy comfortable. No stretchiness, no wedgies, not underwear lines, no butt creasing to the point where each butt cheeks looks like a w, no ugly crease lines from the elastics, plus, it looks sexy =3 I can bloody go on and on and on you don't even know.
Mum knows that I wear g-strings, but I dont know why, it just felt so awkward when I was just hanging my panties next to hers. It was a weird weird weird few minutes.
I have this thing for sleeping naked... well, close enough. I have underwear but close enough lol. I don't know why. Its just that feeling of freshly shaved legs, lotioned butt cheeks and all on the sheets, sooooooo nice. Silky smooth <3
People of the Male gender... you guys are so lucky to be able to sleep naked with ease.-. I'm so envious you don't even know LOL. ITS OK GIRLS! YOU CAN SLEEP FREE AND TOPLESS!!! ITSSSS OK! Tell social gender norms to go fuck itself =3
You get home from work three hours after your husband. When you walk in the door, you find what appears to be a small Armageddon in the living room. Dishes are still in the sink from three days ago, the laundry is piling up and ... what the fuck is that smell? Did someone hide a body in there?
As you pass your husband, who is sitting at the kitchen table, meticulously painting the intricate scales of his pewter wizard/dragon combo miniature, he welcomes you home and asks, "I'm starving. What's for dinner?" When you wake up from the ensuing rage blackout, blood and human hair matting your clothes, you discover that the eastern half of your town is gone. Just ... gone.
It's been going on for years, and it just gets worse over time. He acts like a 14-year-old, and you're his mother. You didn't want another child, you wanted a husband. You're so sick of doing chores while he does hobbies, and it's not goddamn fair. Why can't he just get up and do one lousy load of dishes? Just once? No asking. No bragging afterward, like he just donated a kidney to a dying man. Just get up and be a goddamn fucking adult!
#4 Being Up Their Ass
How It Ends
You've been talking to your boyfriend for over 10 minutes, and the most response you've gotten has been "Mmmhhmmm" and an occasional annoyed glance away from the TV when some cheap bastard snipes him from across the map. You put your foot down and ask, "You haven't heard a word I've said, have you?" He shoots out an irritated sigh and repeats your last two sentences back at you like a court stenographer with roid rage, adding, "You cheap, cheating motherfucker! How does he even see me from back there?" Pissed off, you leave the room and call your mom to vent.
Later that night, you walk up behind him while he's pecking away at his computer and put your arms around him. He casually turns his cheek for you to kiss, never taking his eyes off the screen, and doesn't even appear to notice when you walk away. You're going to bed. He's not.
This has been going on for months, and you just don't understand how it got this way. He used to be so affectionate. You held hands everywhere you went. You'd lie around on the couch together and watch movies. You'd kiss and say "I love you" two dozen times a day. Everywhere the two of you went, you crop-dusted crowds with a sickeningly sweet, kissy-face vapor trail that left entire sections of town bent over and vomiting bile. What happened?
The first one really makes me want to murder someone. With the last one, its probably about time I start spending time on my own rather than trying to do whatever the fuck I'm doing atm. Probably going to start to spend more time with Peter, Michael and the new guy I met the other day. Its nice that UQ has a few down to earth people. Been talking to Peter quite a lot lately. I'm amazed about how much I opened up to him about the depression thing. Its nice that I'm not being given shit for it for once.
Ps. I don't really get what this unintentional lying shit is, but there's been an awful lot of it lately.
Well, tomorrow students get a day off to enjoy Ekka. Denne just bought about $100 dollars worth of fishing gear during his 2 hour break today, so I suggested we go fishing for our day off. So yeah. Looking forward to that.
"I'll get everything ready tomorrow. All you need to do is be ready to go yeah? Sweet dreams, sleep in ok princess?"
"You mean everything to me, I really don't want to lose you"
I have not been so happy to hear something for such a long time. It feels as though quite a decent amount of tension was lifted.
"This can only be as good as we both make it Guess sometimes its gonna hurt (yes sometimes its gonna hurt) We can be as happy as we want to be girl But we gotta make it work We gotta make it work..."
Denne came over around 10 am today because I wanted help with genetics. He first page he opened up to had to do with pedigrees so I taught him how to distinguish between the different types. It was a challenge, but it was fun. It seemed as though he was enjoying it though. He seemed quite happy-go-lucky and cheery, constantly laughing while he was trying to grasp the concepts. He finished just in time for him to go to university. He left and about 2-3 hours later he came home. Denne came into my room right behind me. I lay on the bed, leaning against my bed frame, He went into full sulk mode whilst putting his head on my lap and wrapping his arms around my legs. As he hugged my legs like a body pillow, he sulked about being hungry. He refused to leave the bed and come to the kitchen so that he can choose what he wanted to eat.
After 5 minutes of whining (in the most adorable way possible), I finally gave in and proceeded to go to the kitchen to fetch him some chips. He then refused to eat unless I fed him .-.
Again, I eventually gave up to his bloody adorable sulkiness... I sat back down, he lay on my lap and wrapped his arms around my legs again as he started to play his phone games. I tired so hard not to die...
Honestly, I'm feel quite blessed to be able to see this side of him. I'm happy that I'm one of the only one that can actually see him he sulky and childish. The look on his face really kills me. Being able to make him have such a carefree and happy expression means the world to me.
I hope I can learn to take care of you better, be able to entertain you in every single way you like (if you know what I mean ;) ), and be able to make you happier. I hope that I can shower you with all the love you have ever wanted or needed... any maybe even more. I hope that I can show you that you are the absolute world to me.