My friend just text me and told me I was an inspirational person to her. I hope the inspiration is to be nothing like me.
My daughter came into the kitchen a little bit ago and asked me what I was looking for. I said my mind, I hadn't seen it since 2005 before I had children. She replied "that's harsh"
She got me good one day. She wanted me to make her food and I said, What do I look like Betty Crocker? She said, No mom, you look like little debbie. She got me. It's hard watching your brains develop and get better than you. And she did it so fast too... it's a damn shame.
I'm dying right now though. Season 2 of American Vandal. Season one was semi genius anyways #whodrewthedicks now... #theturdburgler This is America now. I can dig it.
And this is my life, blogging, drinking wine. Surviving off pita and hummus.
Also because I was left rather confused as to what this guy wanted after our date, I took the direct approach and just asked. Asked what he was looking for, whether it was romantic or just friends. He thankfully he answered honestly, and said he didn't know. I just explained that I wasn' sure, he payed with his bdsm toys wit me, but didn't try to bust a move on e. And he did seem really into his phone, and talking about his relationships with other women.
He apologized an explained he is on the phone that much because of work, and he knows I had recently been through some BS and was okay with taking things slow.
I can respect a man trying to respect me. Is it wrong if I tell him I just want him to wear me like the crown I am. Romantic right? Like I am not trying to marry you...
The sex addict in me is starting to take over. In a 3 year sober period I have found I may have even less of a reason to respect men than I did before. So much so in fact, that, I wonder if I will even be okay. If there is even any human in me anymore. I wonder if I can get away with going on a fucking spree and still be okay with me in the morning.
Lord help me. Or.... Lord help all of them. The addict in me wants to relapse.
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