There is a RAT in my house again: Leftover from that construction shit, I know this cause I SAW IT prance around with my own two eyes onwards towards my bookcase area: To say I screamed/was revolted: Is the understatement of the century
Spike being the Bitch that he is came running and crying to me!
The Rat BTW was looking for HIS food *gag* (just writing this whole story is making me nauseous like I need to throw up NOW)
I ran away to my aunt's that night, I had to come back grossly beer-ered up and late and tired enough to be able to sleep... I'm not a helpless bitch but the thought of a rat alive or dead just repulses me in ways I cannot explain and turns me into a ninny (me who can walk/runs around 11 or 12 at night with a Swiss army knife in an area where people gross me out ) add to that the last time i had to get the nasty mouse, and the time that fat rat died in my a/c vent before the girls came and that them produced a MASSIVE fly situation which I can only assume were in fact MAGGOTS that fucking blossomed into Flies... as you'd understand I tortured myself with that knowledge for 3 weeks while that kept going and THAT made my insomnia worst, I'm hoping that writing about this and wishing that shit dead by the time I get back ( I laid poison all over) will help me NOT continually think about it... This place is very cathartic that way for me
So THAT was fun!!!
you know what else has been fun as hell??: Suddenly cold SoFl,
Is funny cause today Mommyjeans, Shaman extraordinaire waited me out of the elevator doing funny hands talking about giving me sunshine vibes since they know is my FAVORITE type of weather
And then Former Jewish intern said i looked like I piled up on EVERYTHING in my closet, that I looked like a hobo, I do, you don't even need a picture of THAT!
Boo Cold Fucking BOOOO
anywhoo the best part/most fucked up/weirdest thing is: OM must be Smoking Crack/ or Peyote or getting blotted with lsd or something, since that would make more sense than then past two days:
Let's start by telling you that: I've sent him messages, that have had spotty reply at best all because He was salty (I think) about my family meaning unavailability, sure I'm available but after 12:am, it's been like that all week, whatevs, I hate that more than people have any idea even if I like my family, I just don't know how to extricate myself from enforced "Hang out time' til whenever o'clock pm, so much so that I jsut got around cleaning and buying some stuff to eat a few days ago cause i Haven't been home (we still got play cousins at tia lusy's and is fun and all but shit is crowded and there are after work logistics that Suck Ass
Bueno
Counting on his tepid response and the fact he seemed to think that babysitting a dog was gonna put him out of commission til weds or so I fucking went ahead and ignored his ass, since, um we were not exactly talking
Xmas day he sent me a message which I ignored, I've been online and I know it and he knows it so we both know where/when and how to spot each other, I'm making no bones about that at all, I've been fielding prospect etc etc etc ) the next day he sent me a message (saturday) and we went back and forth for a bit til I asked what was he doing, he said fishing, even though previously we had unnoficially agreed to hang out before I went to ATL
Whatevs, I didn't even bother to reply to that, I ignore him the next few days then Yesterday he sees me online, goes on the available himself and then texts me "Good morning", I say hello, like 2 hours after the fact or some shit
He asks how is it going with the family, I reply they mostly left and I leave Wednesday til Sunday
OM: Oh Busy Busy
Q: a little but I'm sure you're busy yourself
OM: Staring to feel neglected
WTF is that a plaintive or an affirmation?? WTF ??? Is you playing?? did I not message you throught out the week to your spotty responsifications?? wtf?
Q: Me? or is that you? if it's me ANY time im not getting what I need, I am, in fact, neglected, but I can't answer that if it's about you
OM:??!?! you have been unavailable to me for, like over a week
Q: What? you are kidding right? Um not only have i texted you the previous week but actually asked about your plans before and after the dumb holidays way ahead, and during... Is not my fault you got busy/uniterested/whatever, but we are not mind readers I supposed, and yeah I have the texts to prove this is all factual information
Yeah I'm an asshole, sue me
After a LOOONNNNNNNNGGGG time knowing I'm right and he is stoopid he simply answers
OM: Tonight?
*sigh* I give it an hour and say:
Q: yes
Mind you I had a date I was iffy about (cause the guy didn't particularly make me very tingly but he is supernice, I'm just like meh! about it, I had already warned him that I didn't have much time or was too sure about making it) , so I called that off cause, i was feeling short on time, uninterested and it'da been assholic to go and eat and then not want to deal with homeboy, whatever, he was nice, a pilot, no kids but he just didn't say much of anything that interested me or made me want to find out or at least made me lust over him
But OM is a pissant or crazy or likes his foot shot cause his next text is:
Are you sure??
WTF??? NOW i'm mad, I don't like bullshit
HUH?? what Now?? If I couldn't or didn't want to se you I'd just say that
What's with the attitude?
???! I don't have an attitude, I'm simply stating facts, answering your questions and letting you know I'm not wasting your time, if I couldn't or didnt want to see you I wouldn't dick you around, If I had a problem with youI'd either tell you or cut you off, you are asking stuff and I'm clarifying for you, you asked do I want to see you tonight, I said ok, so what's the problem? am I missing something here?
Of course he doesn't answer, nor adds anything else so later after I've had lunch I say: so what's the deal, coming tonight or not?
Um Fuck yeah! I'd be crazy not to
LOL O...kkk
I HATE Men, Hate even more rabidly men that eat pussy so fantastically well that they get to act like this, i hate strong silent types, I hate mumblers, men that can't communicate, obtuse motherfuckers and men that act slighted every fucking 5, and as awesome as he is in bed or in person this dude is SO it!
Then In the most weird/ridiculous/bizarre/ are you crazy? turn of events the following q&a commences
Do you Bike?
Umm what?
I havent in years i'm sure i'd remember once i got on it if it's true is like sex
Do you have one
No, hence not having done it in a long time, yes I suck
whatever a few go by and I ask: Are you off today, casually taking up a vice i don't know about? (only rational explanation)
No In west palm, you?
Eating, and definitely having a full day at work
Favorite color?
Purple or black, yours is blue?
Yes how did you know?
Your clothes
Like the beach?
Love the beach to death yes
I'm surprised that you don't like Pink as a woman? You rollerblade??
??!?!?! where is this fucking going?
No maybe pink for my electronics and Things like that, but to wear? or on my purple or black, I've never roller bladed but looks fun
Oh I think is a great exercise but not for my goofy ass do you like being outdoor doing things?
SO WHAT IS THE EVERLOVING POINT!?!?!?!?!??!
Are you 5'8?
Yeah, I'm not what you'd call short or dainty, no?... yeah if it's warm, and I have repellent, I'm always game for things even if they are not my cup of tea, I might fuss but I can do it and usually enjoy/take up to whatever
Cause i'm a hairless chihuahua of the people world, might shake and shiver but i won't really need lots of attention/love/extra comfort/babying/company etc etc etc
When do you get home?
5:30 or so
What about Dark Purple since you like black
Um, sure.. what is this?
I'm gonna be close to your area, I gotta ship something, ok?
OK...
GET A BIKE DAMMIT!?! LOL
Huh? Ok when I'm done paying bills, fool
Eventually he tells me that we need to go out to eat and all of that shit, we settle on sushi and thai and generally shoot the shit over the phone like nothing happened at all
We had an excellent dinner, he fed me sushi , stole some of my food (chiken Pad Thai) , we made jokes on the people there (Do you think he is "sex tonight" drunk or "Ass to Mouth" Drunk??.. shut up OM SHUT UP!!) and cuddle up... then he shows me on his phone how he was BIKE HUNTING FOR ME and that he called the bike shop after figuring my size and tried to see what kind of bike/terrain sort of thing I'd need... he was looking for a purple or black one
Altogether now : AWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Aw! Om where we getting me a bike? that is So sweet of you... then what?
Then we'd go ride, I got a new fancy bike and stuff, we could go to Oleta, unless you just want to ride it at the beach but we'd need to make sure on the type of bike blah balh balh
ah that's sweet
Me being Q ( is what Miss G says when she wants to refer to my poor commitment habits, say if I drop off the face of earth on a dude or avoid topics), I change the topic, we eat, more jokes and merriment ensues, we finished dinner, he helps me out of the booth and assgrabs me then he starts driving somewhere other than my house telling me: i know the way, woman!
Ok, god forbid! me not being the boss of you and all
Right on!
We talk xmas/valentines/commercialized holidays and church smack(neither one of us trust/likes it), he starts sassing me regarding our early text quasi-fight, he said I am the queen of Artic Chill and that I almost made him pull his balls out of his stomach as hard as he could see me growl, I countered every point, said furtherfuckingmore and settled that rubbing on his neck and pulling at his hair, which he claims he left long-ish for me (wha? I have a policy that i like need but I like pulling hair when engaged in um, certain activities more, so when guys are too militant about hair cutitng for no reason that DOES put a damper on things a bit!)and then i realize we are pulling into the Adult Store he opened the car door for me and helped me out, ...my kind of night!
We weren't into buying anything but he played with different whips/slappers/paddles on my butt, we made fun, nixed gagballs and cockrings cause they get in the way of the fun and are unnecessary, he didnt want cuffs for me cause he said my wrist were too little and he didn't want to hurt them, we also perused the clothing section and played around looking at the worst pron titles (What an asshole!), he called me a hussy cause I was looking at the fishnets for actual work purposes and I wasn't being faceticious, I told him not ALL models are good but some actually work!, of course he picks the worse pair ever and said: If you wear this to work, forget about it THAT is Devil Hussy!!!
Whatever dude I wouldn't go there... EVER
we also saw THE worst ass model packaging in the history of humanity, as such
That was that, we went home, cuddled with spike, he turned on the vikings and someone else game and cause I can be counted upon to not know/remember/pay attention/lure him away he explained who we were rooting for (the Vikings..oh yea the Bears? that's the other team?) made it loud and hustled me to the bedroom for a pre-shower extra quick shennanigans thing um.... orrraalllllll
He went to shower then came back out and effectively handed me my ass, like reaallly really really really good, I mean he made me sit on his face and kept me there and (Why do I insist on trying to have asssex with Mondo sized men?? am I crazy?? No, is cause it feels good when done right and he does it ever-so-right.. sorry TMI), Interesting point was that My pills were in the condom drawer (what am I doing about those when I go?... I KNOW my mother), so when he went for them My pills were in plain view and he reeaaalllyyy looked at those and me back and forth for a long time, we almost went there but not really cause I'm all like ugh! Conversation needs be had.
Anywhoo we came back out after all sorts of Mother blushing shenanningans towards the beginning of the 4th quarter thingy, yeah, we LISTENED to most of the game tho!, no? and went back and forth between that and the grossest episode of Mythbusters with the ear wax candle *gag* (that was some funny shit, he got all red like he was ready to toss his cookies, I covered my face yet peeked through my fingers), we cuddled with a nice blanket, and spike on the couch, me on top of him, his all legs self all over.. anywhoo Shakira came on tv and he starts doing a weird ass shimmy shake that makes me cackle and tell him, he REALLY can't dance that stuff, his reply:
Oh Really, I was doing this move right here (Thrusting) with you a few minutes ago... I call it: The sodomizer
Bwahahahahhahahahahah *In-Fucking-Tears*
and this (shake side to side) I call the rimmer, and YOU love that!
Let me shut up
Yeah
Then to culminate this weird ass wtf date, Today we are texting and I plain old ask (under duress) wtf are we doing, am I assuming things?; he counters with what specifically do I mean? and that I don't need to assume stuff if I don't want, I reply (Now I'm fucking cringing) wtf was up with last night's attempt, is her trying to pull one over on me with bad sex faux pas manners and we should do the regular thing and let bygones be that or he wants something like exclusive um, sex
He replied with an: I'd like that
You'd Like what? OM you mofos (men) can be so extra confusing?
exclusive more frequent sex, with you
YEAH...I Know... WOW.... I have NO Issues with that so long as I get all the sex I need from him and, you know, his mealy mouthed ass starts talking, I like what he does A LOT so, that wouldn't suck... is it relationshippy? UGh! I don't know don't ask It was bad enough we had that convo, Will I try to just do him? um... Sure, why not? he was unendingly amusing last night, ashually
Ugh Don't ask me anything! I think we might completely go back on this come Jan. 3rd when I come back, I just know I like what his cack, mouth, hands and hairy chest doooo!!! don't judge me!










