my upstairs neighbors have terrible sex...
she fakes it. really, really loudly. and she calls him daddy. and he just...goes at it. one day, he gave her oral. i don't think she's ever had an orgasm in her life. and probably never watched a porn, from the sound of it. it's like...he's inside, she starts yelling "oh yeah, daddy..." okay...well...maybe, idk...vary the moans. or actually moan, instead of talking. i'd seriously turn her over and shove her face in the pillow if i were that guy. that shit gets annoying. fast. and i hate listening to people even having bad sex. i get sex like half the year...if i'm lucky. and i'm not very lucky.
i got distracted, there. i've been looking at crafty stuff. totally not my thing, but i'm bored as fuck. and i believe i've complained about my neighbors who have bad sex before. and brian gets home wednesday night. i start my newwww job monday. and tomorrow i am ever so lucky to be able to fax stuff for brian, and then grab cash from the bank and get his computer. so my saturday is taken up with menial tasks for my husband. and i guess i'm going to grab a shirt to wear monday. then buy more when he gets home. i really just wanted to sleep my weekend away. but i suppose i should scrub the apartment down before i don't have time to do it anymore...but man, do i ever not feel like it. shouldn't it be brian's turn for intensive cleaning? yes, it should. i'm running all of his errands while he lounges about in san francisco...okay, so he's working...but i did all of the laundry. and folded it. and put it away/hung it up. it's totally my turn for rest and relaxation. plus, i always cook for him when he gets home =P dammit.
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i got distracted, there. i've been looking at crafty stuff. totally not my thing, but i'm bored as fuck. and i believe i've complained about my neighbors who have bad sex before. and brian gets home wednesday night. i start my newwww job monday. and tomorrow i am ever so lucky to be able to fax stuff for brian, and then grab cash from the bank and get his computer. so my saturday is taken up with menial tasks for my husband. and i guess i'm going to grab a shirt to wear monday. then buy more when he gets home. i really just wanted to sleep my weekend away. but i suppose i should scrub the apartment down before i don't have time to do it anymore...but man, do i ever not feel like it. shouldn't it be brian's turn for intensive cleaning? yes, it should. i'm running all of his errands while he lounges about in san francisco...okay, so he's working...but i did all of the laundry. and folded it. and put it away/hung it up. it's totally my turn for rest and relaxation. plus, i always cook for him when he gets home =P dammit.
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