Hope everyone had a good valentines. Yea it’s a little late but I went back and forth about weather or not to share mine.
So when I woke up my husband presented me with my gift. A lovely red toolbox.The kind that’s really like a step stool.
In his defense yes I did a while back mention I wanted one.Because I’m fuckin short.So I guess it was kind of considerate.This is probably not what I would have chosen as a gift at all, but men do have strange ways of thinking.
So later I made lunch and proceeded to go tell him it was done. I walked in on him masturbating. Yes, I’m kind and pretended to not notice.He’s really not a sexual person, or one who does this. So I struggled for a bit of weather to hold it against him that he chose this day to do it. Or be proud of him.
Yea I guess the man is a little confused in life relationships. So anyway I kept my mouth shut…..until probably 12 hours later when I blurted it out cuz that’s how I am.If somethings bothering me you can rest assured you’ll hear about it…eventually.
At that point I just made it clear women don’t want tool boxes for valentines or to find their men wanking alone….
And for the record this has nothing to do with valentines day.It’s just another day to me. I’m not really big on holidays or special occasions.I feel like I should get laid everyday. lol
So he says to me ” I guess I’ll have to try harder to give you what you want then.”
And I’m like ” you mean the cock?! It’s not that hard, the cock that’s all I want.”
So then I proceeded to explain to him that maybe if he did try it more often rather than every 2-3 months he might actually be able to handle screwing me. So I challenged him to just try it for a week.
He made it for 2 days.
Oh well back to the usual I guess.
So why am I sharing this…well it’s simple. I hate getting on here and posting a bunch of updates or porn related crap. I like to keep it a little more personal. Also I like to share that my life is far from perfect. I get emails all the time about how rich I must be.Which is a lie. I live paycheck to paycheck same as a lot of people do.I worked last week just to repair my dryer that quit.
People also assume because of my job that my lifes full of steamy sex. Another lie.I have sex every few months for about 3 minutes.In fact you could probably add up the minutes a year I have sex and it would total a normal persons sex for just one occasion.
For my birthday my family had it in their heads they were going to bake me a cake.Cuz in 20 years they’ve really done nothing. So I gave my husband the money to get the cake like he asked me to.He texts me later in the day says he can’t find it. I tell him no big deal, I’m going out don’t worry about it.Which he took to mean…don’t worry about it, I’ll buy one.
OKAY well maybe I did imply that, but while I was out it occured to me that I didn’t really even want a cake. So therefore I didn’t buy one lol.Which pissed them all off.
Fine obviously the cake means way more to you than it does to me. So the next time I go out I buy a god damn cake. And you know what? It’s still sitting in there. Not baked.It’s been almost a month since my birthday.
So no I don’t have an easy or privilaged spoiled life. If anything my life would make a good sitcom.
Typically if I get anything for holidays and special days it’s gifts from my fans or customers. So when I say I appreciate you guys, I do mean it.
I guess this blog is going to be a bit longer than usual.
Onto the next thing.
I won’t be broadcasting my game play.I know some of you are disappointed you won’t get to see me cuss and chainsmoke but that’s life. As we all know my internet connection here just isn’t good enough.For about a day I considered moving back to town where I could do the things I want to do. But that’s just not going to work out.Banks are funny that way. they are not willing to give me 20k to move to another house which is all I require. They really will only work with you if you take 100k, so they know for sure they can fuck you over.
Better internet is suppose to be coming here anyway…eventually. Like in 5 years. I might wait it out.