Yes, I used 'shit' in my post title. Now more strange visitors will be finding me on the web...if it wasn't bad enough that I get requent hits from those that would go to jail for pedophilia. *shiver* Uggghhhh!
I need a vacation and I don't anticipate one until the end of July when Betts and her son visit. But, boy-oh-boy! Do I need one!
Last month was a hard month at work. I don't give work details on here because all I need are those corporate types finding my opinions and then I'm out of a job. Honestly, I wouldn't want to work for a company that fires a person because of her venting. Principles, you know....but we all sell our souls a bit out of necessity. Don't tell me that you don't because I guarantee if you have a family that needs to be fed....you're working. And unless you have that dream job that you can do whatever the hell you want and still get paid......The devil is your boss. But I digress....last month. Let's just say that I cried a number of times in the last four weeks because of my job.
Probably getting tired of hearing about the crap in my life. You know...."I'm sad." yadda yadda yadda "I miss The One" yadda yadda yadda "I'm nothing." yadda yadda so more yadda.
Fuck, I'm tired of feeling it and saying it.
Speaking of fuck, I need a good one. A mind blowing, guilt inducing, orgasm producing fuck with lots of tongue and fingers and cock and pussy (Oh goodness, here come the search engines). Yes...I am foul! Turn away if you're embarrassed. I'm not. Water, sex, and sushi - my rejuvinators. Give me all three in a day and I'd probably end up in a coma, smiling but still in a coma, in some nursing facility for the remainder of my days.
Incidentally, is anyone else getting slammed hard by spam bots in their trackbacks. It's just pissing me off that in the last four hours I've been fifty or so times by those damned things. I need to probably send a little note to Typepad.
God, I'm horney! I don't know about men but we, women have this issue when our jeans or other crotch rubbing material clothing are between our thighs and we are randy. Do you get that problem? Good gracious!
other things....thinking about other things....clouds......"Things that are fluffy"........um,film......"Things that are photography related"........scissors....."Things that film editors use".........licorice......."Things that are sweet".........la la la, snowmen......"Things that are white".........grunting......"THINGS ON A PORN SET!"
Not helping at all!
So, Cute Guy at work is going to be a dad.That is so great! He is a good catch. I don't think I have ever mentioned Cute Guy here on Vagabond. He's not only cute but one of the nicest people you'll ever meet. And he hugs me every time I see him. First time, I asked him for a hug. Now he comes up to me and hugs. He doesn't just hug...he embraces you. He pulls you close and holds you tight....at least, he does for me. And see, I could stay there all day just being hugged. I think he'd let me but I'm afraid of being inappropriate so I pull away. And honestly, I don't get many hugs that last as long as they do with Cute Guy. It makes me feel uncomfortable because I like it too much.
Before I found out he was married and before The One came into my life as The One, I looked at Cute Guy in a lustful way. I admit. Still do at times but he is married, and I won't do that. And did I mention that he is married to a Filipina. I think I've mentioned this before but for those who need several lessons on the same thing....don't ever piss off a Filipina. Never, evah, evah, evah, nevah, nevah....EV-VER piss off a Filipina. BUT I would never do anything.
Seriously, I'm glad he's going to be a dad. They've been planning this and he is going to make one fantastic father. He's a good soul. On the contrary, there is me. Devlish Naomi who is imaging his state of being in making a baby.
I want The One so bad. I miss him. I need him. Craving him. DESPERATELY CRAVING HIM!
Eh, I'm going to bed. Too much pent up energy and raw emotions....and I can't even masturbate because my child is not quite asleep. Damn, I miss school! I could have my four screaming orgasms in the morning to start the day off right. Geez, Louise! Now I have to wait for sleep-over invites or just mute myself.