roxiekill

so, i live with a wonderful man who never locks the front door....ever. thats okay. he had plans to go out with a friend of his who was supposed to meet him here, at home.
anyways, im giving my boyfriend a blow job and since all i could hear was the sound of saliva penis mouth sounds, i failed to hear rick walking up the stairs. he knocks, but walks right in. i immidatly started laughing. because i know this man is gay, and he was probably more embarassed than we were. it was pretty interesting. ive only met rick once before tonight......needless to say, i will never forget him.
anyways. i fuckng hate my job.
but im too scared to do anything else, cause i know im good at what i do right now.
although its not much to be proud of
i know i could learn how to do other stuff
and start going to school and start a fucking career
but that stuff scares the shit out of me too
its hard to type when the keyboard is on the floor.
okay, im gonna go put some war paint on and get out of the house.
maybe i'll be able to stop thinking about how much i hate my job.
tomorrow may be the last time i ever have to see my p.o.
fucking yay!!!!!!!
k, bye