Such is life.
I just had a Hershey's Symphony bar with "Creamy Milk chocolate, Almonds and Toffee Chips" along with my coffee....Mmmm, so delicious.
Inevitably, when I am in good spirits I get a call/email from home about a crisis. I sometimes wish that I could be more selfish. They call because they need me to share the burden, which I do, which just stresses me out even more cause most likely there aint a damn thing I can do to fix anything. Then I feel guilty for wishing I was more selfish. *sigh* But it also makes me want to reach out to people and places that I know I'm not supposed to for support. I try to give myself a little leeway, part of that whole no more second-guessing myself thing, but I also gotta keep those emotions in check. If I followed all my impulses I'd end up drowning myself in martyrdom.
My nipples are so sore. I caught myself rubbing them at work, lol. Had to stop that real quick. Fucking hormones. Not to mention that I'm quite horny around this time. It's kinda frustrating. It's usually the time when I make lots of comments about masturbation and start noticing attractive people that I wouldn't mind jumping on sharing a little flirty eye contact, verbal innuendo and physical conversation with. (see below) I always gotta remind myself, (not as much right now, but when the menstrual pain hits) that my body is preparing itself for the future. Such is life.
Can someone rub my nipples for me? See? See what happens? *smh* I'm sorry y'all. I can't help it. The girls are at attention and demanding some.
I thought about putting the previous section under a cut, but seriously. Can't we talk about menstruation and things related to it without having to be all hush hush? I mean there are times when I don't want all my business in the street, but to hide just on general principle? Nah, man. If you read my journal, you're not getting off the hook that easily.
Went to my last opening night at the theater I currently work at. The show was....interesting, but it ran a little long, and took kind of a while to get to the stuff that made sense and made me care about the characters. One thing I've noticed about myself: When I go to the theater with people, I like discussing things afterward, but I don't like explaining shit. Well at least not when it gets beyond the point of clarification, or interpretation. If I have to explain the entire thing to you, especially stuff that was pretty explicit if you would let yourself listen and pay attention, then I'm probably going to be a littl annoyed. Now there are some things I've seen that require a GREAT deal of explanation and what have you, especially if you aren't familiar with that type of piece. But if it's the basic shit that was even written in the program?? I'ma need you to figure that one out on your own.
A couple of night's ago I went to see one of my co-workers' band perform at a little coffee house place nearby. It's a three piece band, my co-worker sings, a dude plays a drum (not a drum set, just a single held drum) and there's an acoustic guitarist. They're quite good, I may certainly pick up the cd. But, man. The Drummer. Kinda scruffy and unshaven, with a scar on his jaw/neck. (Had some light brown eyes which caught the eye of another co-worker, but that ain't really my thing. Suited him well though.) But damn. He just had that attitude, that mix of "I don't give a fuck", and "my music is everything to me", and it was pretty sexy. Talent and 'Tude? Yeah. Picture me drooling. (Not really, but appreciating.) Attractive man squeeeeeezing a drum between his thighs, and big hard working hands using just the right amount of agression and tenderness to tame some funky beats? Lawd.
Anyway, the point is, I saw him again at the show last night....Unfortunately I bounced on the reception so I didn't get to conversate and at least tell him that his performance was hot. Not that I'm trying to take anything anywhere, but everybody needs some appreciating, and I'm glad to do it when I see fit.
Inevitably, when I am in good spirits I get a call/email from home about a crisis. I sometimes wish that I could be more selfish. They call because they need me to share the burden, which I do, which just stresses me out even more cause most likely there aint a damn thing I can do to fix anything. Then I feel guilty for wishing I was more selfish. *sigh* But it also makes me want to reach out to people and places that I know I'm not supposed to for support. I try to give myself a little leeway, part of that whole no more second-guessing myself thing, but I also gotta keep those emotions in check. If I followed all my impulses I'd end up drowning myself in martyrdom.
My nipples are so sore. I caught myself rubbing them at work, lol. Had to stop that real quick. Fucking hormones. Not to mention that I'm quite horny around this time. It's kinda frustrating. It's usually the time when I make lots of comments about masturbation and start noticing attractive people that I wouldn't mind jumping on sharing a little flirty eye contact, verbal innuendo and physical conversation with. (see below) I always gotta remind myself, (not as much right now, but when the menstrual pain hits) that my body is preparing itself for the future. Such is life.
Can someone rub my nipples for me? See? See what happens? *smh* I'm sorry y'all. I can't help it. The girls are at attention and demanding some.
I thought about putting the previous section under a cut, but seriously. Can't we talk about menstruation and things related to it without having to be all hush hush? I mean there are times when I don't want all my business in the street, but to hide just on general principle? Nah, man. If you read my journal, you're not getting off the hook that easily.
Went to my last opening night at the theater I currently work at. The show was....interesting, but it ran a little long, and took kind of a while to get to the stuff that made sense and made me care about the characters. One thing I've noticed about myself: When I go to the theater with people, I like discussing things afterward, but I don't like explaining shit. Well at least not when it gets beyond the point of clarification, or interpretation. If I have to explain the entire thing to you, especially stuff that was pretty explicit if you would let yourself listen and pay attention, then I'm probably going to be a littl annoyed. Now there are some things I've seen that require a GREAT deal of explanation and what have you, especially if you aren't familiar with that type of piece. But if it's the basic shit that was even written in the program?? I'ma need you to figure that one out on your own.
A couple of night's ago I went to see one of my co-workers' band perform at a little coffee house place nearby. It's a three piece band, my co-worker sings, a dude plays a drum (not a drum set, just a single held drum) and there's an acoustic guitarist. They're quite good, I may certainly pick up the cd. But, man. The Drummer. Kinda scruffy and unshaven, with a scar on his jaw/neck. (Had some light brown eyes which caught the eye of another co-worker, but that ain't really my thing. Suited him well though.) But damn. He just had that attitude, that mix of "I don't give a fuck", and "my music is everything to me", and it was pretty sexy. Talent and 'Tude? Yeah. Picture me drooling. (Not really, but appreciating.) Attractive man squeeeeeezing a drum between his thighs, and big hard working hands using just the right amount of agression and tenderness to tame some funky beats? Lawd.
Anyway, the point is, I saw him again at the show last night....Unfortunately I bounced on the reception so I didn't get to conversate and at least tell him that his performance was hot. Not that I'm trying to take anything anywhere, but everybody needs some appreciating, and I'm glad to do it when I see fit.