Things are better.
I talked to him Saturday night...and it was a good talk. He clarified some things, I clarified somethings...he almost had all his shit done by then...my period was on it's way out...I DIDN'T drink any damn wine.
Things are better.
I let him read my journal. He said that helped too. I just couldn't get what I wanted to say across my haze of tears & emotion...but when you're selling vibrators & anal lube to customers while trying to compose a journal...emotion plays less of a part. But I've always gotten things out better in writing. I SUCK at talking. I've decided. Just when I think I'm getting better at it, nope...it still sucks...just as bad as when I was a kid.
Still haven't gotten my good cuddle time in yet though...we had a nice dinner & movie on Sunday, but tonight I get to lay on his lap while we watch Katrina coverage...after another nice dinner that is. So we're getting there....slowly but surely back on track. He did say some things that I didn't know he felt, so that brought a good bit of my optimism back.
But enough about him...and more about me.
My diet is working fabulously. I'll be back in nekkid picture taking shape with-in 1 to 2 weeks. I feel soooooo much better in that respect. My skirts fit me better, I can wear my little shirts again. I'm not afraid to work 'Naked Monday's' at Taboo anymore.
I've been cleaning out my piles of shit at my house. Piles & boxes of crap that I've had for 3 years now that I haven't even touched. That feels damn good. I'm trying to get my house in tip-top Halloween party shape. My roomate's birthday is Oct. 12th, and she's a HUGE October lover as I am...so she and I have a lot planned for that month. I'm in the process of narrowing down my costume ideas for this year. For those of you that don't know me well...I dress up for the entire WEEK before Halloween (and not just cuz my boss at Taboo makes me). It's fun. I get a lot of stares, but whatever, I like to dress up. Sue me.
Last years final costume will be my next set....so keep your lips wet.
I talked to him Saturday night...and it was a good talk. He clarified some things, I clarified somethings...he almost had all his shit done by then...my period was on it's way out...I DIDN'T drink any damn wine.
Things are better.
I let him read my journal. He said that helped too. I just couldn't get what I wanted to say across my haze of tears & emotion...but when you're selling vibrators & anal lube to customers while trying to compose a journal...emotion plays less of a part. But I've always gotten things out better in writing. I SUCK at talking. I've decided. Just when I think I'm getting better at it, nope...it still sucks...just as bad as when I was a kid.
Still haven't gotten my good cuddle time in yet though...we had a nice dinner & movie on Sunday, but tonight I get to lay on his lap while we watch Katrina coverage...after another nice dinner that is. So we're getting there....slowly but surely back on track. He did say some things that I didn't know he felt, so that brought a good bit of my optimism back.
But enough about him...and more about me.
My diet is working fabulously. I'll be back in nekkid picture taking shape with-in 1 to 2 weeks. I feel soooooo much better in that respect. My skirts fit me better, I can wear my little shirts again. I'm not afraid to work 'Naked Monday's' at Taboo anymore.
I've been cleaning out my piles of shit at my house. Piles & boxes of crap that I've had for 3 years now that I haven't even touched. That feels damn good. I'm trying to get my house in tip-top Halloween party shape. My roomate's birthday is Oct. 12th, and she's a HUGE October lover as I am...so she and I have a lot planned for that month. I'm in the process of narrowing down my costume ideas for this year. For those of you that don't know me well...I dress up for the entire WEEK before Halloween (and not just cuz my boss at Taboo makes me). It's fun. I get a lot of stares, but whatever, I like to dress up. Sue me.
Last years final costume will be my next set....so keep your lips wet.
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mike11:
Glad to hear that things are looking up for you. 
twilightmaiden:
Which Sheetz were you at that the pumps broke? My friends Mom is the ASM for the one on Broad.