Sup bitches?
I really have nothing of value to say but I feel like posting because I've been home for 5 hours and am too damn tired to be productive but still feel lonely and want to talk. I know some of you still creep this so, hell, at least I'm giving you something to read.
I started doing that Music of the Day thing on Facebook and it encouraged me to make a "Happy Music" playlist. If you've ever REALLY heard what I have on my computer, you'll have an idea of how ridiculous this list is. For example LL Cool J's I'm the Type of Guy is playing. Before this, there was some Spinal Tap, now the BloodHound Gang's cover of It's Tricky. I'm basically always dancing and singing to myself.
That being sad it could be because I'm no longer sleeping. haha Well, mainly cuz I'm up at 6am everyday when I haven't broken my "fall asleep at 2am" cycle. I'm running off of about 2-3 large energy drinks now. Which is probably contributing to the insomnia but what can I do when I'm falling asleep behind the counter? Sweet fuck all!
So right now, my thoughts are everywhere and I'm hyper, tired, heart-attack-feeling, and now screaming Disney movie songs.
Here's a random overshare!
A couple people know, though not many of you do, that I basically don't have sex anymore due to pretty much zero sex drive. It's not like I'm not attracted to the boyfriend or anything. I think he's quite handsome actually. And I've been known to have random stings of weeks where I don't want to bone. But this has been our whole relationship. Me, myself, I don't overly care. But I feel bad for him as he's a very stereotypical French man. Meaning, he can cook, he is hairy as fuck, and he is always up for sex. But, I guess we're still together after a yearish and he seems keen on staying put. SO maybe I'm over-thinking that whole ordeal and importance of it. Or perhaps I'm am THAT great at sex that once in a blue moon is enough to calm the urges. And, well, I know that I'm pretty awesome at sex. Seriously. Not even bragging. It's just statement of fact.
I don't know!
Well, that's how it was anyways. But here's the actual moral dilemma besides my newfound prude-hood. I've been having these awesome flashback/crazy new shit sex dreams which stick with me all day. Those. Those are making me start thinking about sex. The problem is the boyfriend is NEVER in them. Exes? Yeah. Well.. More one than others. But still. What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK?
Horrible person? Yeah probably.
Well anyways. I had to rant about that. It's on my mind and I haven't been able to talk to anyone about it. And my usual "This is my sexual dilemma" people haven't hung out/been online when I've been online. OR it's way too awkward to bring up.
Anyways
Fuck.. Or not fuck?
JESUS
Nichole
I started doing that Music of the Day thing on Facebook and it encouraged me to make a "Happy Music" playlist. If you've ever REALLY heard what I have on my computer, you'll have an idea of how ridiculous this list is. For example LL Cool J's I'm the Type of Guy is playing. Before this, there was some Spinal Tap, now the BloodHound Gang's cover of It's Tricky. I'm basically always dancing and singing to myself.
That being sad it could be because I'm no longer sleeping. haha Well, mainly cuz I'm up at 6am everyday when I haven't broken my "fall asleep at 2am" cycle. I'm running off of about 2-3 large energy drinks now. Which is probably contributing to the insomnia but what can I do when I'm falling asleep behind the counter? Sweet fuck all!
So right now, my thoughts are everywhere and I'm hyper, tired, heart-attack-feeling, and now screaming Disney movie songs.
Here's a random overshare!
A couple people know, though not many of you do, that I basically don't have sex anymore due to pretty much zero sex drive. It's not like I'm not attracted to the boyfriend or anything. I think he's quite handsome actually. And I've been known to have random stings of weeks where I don't want to bone. But this has been our whole relationship. Me, myself, I don't overly care. But I feel bad for him as he's a very stereotypical French man. Meaning, he can cook, he is hairy as fuck, and he is always up for sex. But, I guess we're still together after a yearish and he seems keen on staying put. SO maybe I'm over-thinking that whole ordeal and importance of it. Or perhaps I'm am THAT great at sex that once in a blue moon is enough to calm the urges. And, well, I know that I'm pretty awesome at sex. Seriously. Not even bragging. It's just statement of fact.
I don't know!
Well, that's how it was anyways. But here's the actual moral dilemma besides my newfound prude-hood. I've been having these awesome flashback/crazy new shit sex dreams which stick with me all day. Those. Those are making me start thinking about sex. The problem is the boyfriend is NEVER in them. Exes? Yeah. Well.. More one than others. But still. What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK?
Horrible person? Yeah probably.
Well anyways. I had to rant about that. It's on my mind and I haven't been able to talk to anyone about it. And my usual "This is my sexual dilemma" people haven't hung out/been online when I've been online. OR it's way too awkward to bring up.
Anyways
Fuck.. Or not fuck?
JESUS
Nichole