I've moved house, and finally set up the broadband connection. Thank god, because Luke was getting antsy without access to his email. At least that is what he says. We had no phone either. I've stopped working for the week, because I have a coldsore. We spent $500 at Target on bedsheets, and most of the stuff we bought was on sale. We wanted to sex up our new bedroom with some new sexy sheets. I didn't realise how much sexy bed sheets can cost... But our bedroom is very sexy now. All we need now is a mirror on the ceiling. Or not.
I've also made Gabriel's bedroom pretty cute and exciting for him but he refuses to go in it and is instead sleeping in my bed, when he does sleep over (we've been here a week now so that's just once but I have a feeling this will happen every time he stays over for several months if not years), which means I have to kick Luke out and make him sleep in the single bed in Gabriel's room. Ha! Sucks to be a sex offender! Nah, I kid. He's not a sex offender. God, that was awful. I shouldn't joke about that shit.
Obviously I'm in a bad mood with Luke and am saying things about him I'm going to regret but whatever, I don't care right now.
My submissive is on the verge of breaking up with me, too. We're on a break at the moment. Initiated by him. Because he can't handle love. It's like that song by Bjork. Great! My love life can be summed up with songs by Bjork. But this is the third day now that I've not been able to talk to him and it sucks to my assmar.
Hm I wonder if Woolies will deliver to our house... I've completely forgotten our new postcode but I'm pretty sure it doesn't begin with a "16"... that would be insane, surely! Surely just insane. Oh! I got a text message on my phone. Who is it by, I wonder? *checks* Oh, it's by iiNet saying that my broadband service has been set up. Well, duh. But thanks anyway. Oh, fuck! I forgot to pick up my other phone from the shop. You know, my SEX PHONE. Well, not my sex phone. Just my phone I use when people who want to pay to have sex with me need to call me to set up an appointment.
*yawn* My allergies have gone to hell in this house. Turns out me and carpet do not mix. Turns out I'm hideously allergic to carpet and my eyes have been bloodshot for three days. So I need to vacuum every day which Luke finds hilarious. He loves making me do housework because I'm really very, very bad at it. And I hate doing it. Anybody with ADHD or anybody who lives with someone who has ADHD knows that we are just totally incapable of keeping a house clean, even if it means waking every day with allergies so bad even your brains are itchy. He finds it easy to do, so it's not a big deal when I can't get it done, but I try. God, I would love to be a service sub. But I just suck at it. I wanna be a service sub! I wanna cook and clean and make him happy! But the harder I try, the more upset I get when it doesn't happen. I am just way too fucking retarded. To function. Like a normal human being. Egh. I hate me. Hardcore. Bro. |
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