One more week. I'm moving into my new home next Tuesday. No more apartment, no more dorky hippie neighbors who vacuum too much and make weird noises when they screw, no more leaky bathroom ceiling, no more searching for a parking spot at night, no more cheap ass windows that leak air and water.
I started my new bedroom ceiling last week and it was actually quite threapeutic. I spent three nights alone, making my space beautiful, kicking back a few PBR's, blasting music, gettin messy. The ceiling is now a deep blue with hints of glitter, next step is my silver and gold stars, which I will be working on (and hopefully finishing) tomorrow.
We moved my couches in, I hung my pin ups in the living room, it's really coming along. Yes there will be pics when all is said and done. Patience, my dears...
I still have SO much left to do and very little gumption for it.
It's alright, I'll git er done, I'm just gonna bitch through the process.
My mother and I sat down with some Sangria and had a little chat, the other night. You might say I "came out" to her. I explained to her my feelings, that I'm unsure, that I have little to no desire for men in my life, and that women make me happy. I say this to all of you like I said to her, I'm not calling myself gay just yet, I'm still on the soulsearching tip. I cringe at the term bi-sexual and refuse to pigeonhole myself with the title.
Moms was totally cool with it, told me she'd actually been with a few women in her day and had thoughts very similar to mine. She still wants me to be domesticated and straight, I can tell, but she told me she'll love me no less and that she'll support whatever lifestyle I should chose. My mother is special in so many ways, I'm so grateful to have such an easy to talk to, understanding parent.
Still plenty o Greek boy drama. I don't even feel like talking about it, it's over, both our heads are a hot mess, he's freaking out. I'm pretty damn sure he messed around with somebody the other night, he never came home Saturday night, and in 7 years he's NEVER done that. I only care because we have an agreement, we were supposed to wait til he leaves to start spreading our wild oats. Just out of respect for one another and our relationship. But fuck it, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. I'm done sparing his feelings cause apparently he's done sparing mine. These last few weeks with him are sure to be a roller coaster. I'll make it, I've been through worse shit than this.
Libido is rapidly growing in leaps and bounds. I'm about to burn out the motor in my favorite power tool it's gotten so bad. I want girlsex, it needs to happen soon or I'll burst. Been saving myself for a certain someone who's constantly in my thoughts. Come to me, soon, Honey Bear. I need snuggles and make outs and softness....
I also feel the need to thank all of the dear friends I've made through SG for being there, for being you, and for keeping me smiling. You all have your own special place in my heart.
Smooch
I started my new bedroom ceiling last week and it was actually quite threapeutic. I spent three nights alone, making my space beautiful, kicking back a few PBR's, blasting music, gettin messy. The ceiling is now a deep blue with hints of glitter, next step is my silver and gold stars, which I will be working on (and hopefully finishing) tomorrow.
We moved my couches in, I hung my pin ups in the living room, it's really coming along. Yes there will be pics when all is said and done. Patience, my dears...
I still have SO much left to do and very little gumption for it.
It's alright, I'll git er done, I'm just gonna bitch through the process.My mother and I sat down with some Sangria and had a little chat, the other night. You might say I "came out" to her. I explained to her my feelings, that I'm unsure, that I have little to no desire for men in my life, and that women make me happy. I say this to all of you like I said to her, I'm not calling myself gay just yet, I'm still on the soulsearching tip. I cringe at the term bi-sexual and refuse to pigeonhole myself with the title.
Moms was totally cool with it, told me she'd actually been with a few women in her day and had thoughts very similar to mine. She still wants me to be domesticated and straight, I can tell, but she told me she'll love me no less and that she'll support whatever lifestyle I should chose. My mother is special in so many ways, I'm so grateful to have such an easy to talk to, understanding parent.
Still plenty o Greek boy drama. I don't even feel like talking about it, it's over, both our heads are a hot mess, he's freaking out. I'm pretty damn sure he messed around with somebody the other night, he never came home Saturday night, and in 7 years he's NEVER done that. I only care because we have an agreement, we were supposed to wait til he leaves to start spreading our wild oats. Just out of respect for one another and our relationship. But fuck it, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. I'm done sparing his feelings cause apparently he's done sparing mine. These last few weeks with him are sure to be a roller coaster. I'll make it, I've been through worse shit than this.
Libido is rapidly growing in leaps and bounds. I'm about to burn out the motor in my favorite power tool it's gotten so bad. I want girlsex, it needs to happen soon or I'll burst. Been saving myself for a certain someone who's constantly in my thoughts. Come to me, soon, Honey Bear. I need snuggles and make outs and softness....
I also feel the need to thank all of the dear friends I've made through SG for being there, for being you, and for keeping me smiling. You all have your own special place in my heart.
Smooch
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*wink wink*
And you said get 'er done. My mom says that all the time.