Just Some Junkola...

I don’t really know what I’m doing these days. Money is very tight for me, especially since I am planning on moving closer to work. I’ve been spending an insane amount of time with Matt… avoiding issues at home with the family.

Oh don’t get me wrong… avoiding the issues is far far better than confronting them at my house. Nobody knows how to communicate… and my job has always been the mediator between my siblings and parents. I quit. I’m very tired of the negativity in my family- so I’d rather just leave it there in that house and go on floating around.

Floating around… yep- that’s me. I feel like a nomad… just roaming about… however I have no destination. Not yet. If I were to choose a destination, it would be right back at Sam’s house. The mountains… the fresh air… the lovely & fantabulous Sam.

Anyhoo… the neglect of bloggage is due to not having an assistant at work, so I’m having to seriously bust ass. And… from spending that insane amount of time with Matt.

Things I miss since I’ve become a floater… everything that belongs to me. Mainly… George. I miss him terribly… it breaks my heart. My bed, my computer and my junk in general.

Things I like since I’ve become a floater… sex, freedom, individuality and sex. Did I mention sex already?

Things I hate since I’ve become a floater… mosquitoes & flies! The bastards… Matt’s house is surrounded by trees that not only kick my ass-allergies… but swarms of mosquitoes eat me. Not him… just me. He says it’s because I taste soOo good, that I’m soO sweet. Um… ok- I’ll leave the taste-testing to him… just keep the damn bugs off me! The bastages! I am not a tasty mosquito meal or a freakin’ landing pad for flies!

I spend 3-4 days starting from Thursday-Monday at his house… then I drift on home for a couple of days… remember that I have cool junk, loving pets and a grumpy ass family.

On another note: I met Matt’s ex and his new daughter Michelle. His ex let me hold her. Such a tiny creature... refreshed my memory of why I don't want babies.

BS BS
I’m tired of all the bs… life is tough enough just trying to make a living and have a home… but people have to junk it all up with drama… and not the Shakespeare kind o’ theatrics. I’m talking melancholy hooey. Why do you have to get so irritated with minor, insignificant things?

Like one of sister’s boys left the DVD/VCR for 2 days… soO grandpa (my dad) grounded them from using any of the electronic devices in the living room for a week. That’s just silly. Kids leave junk on all the time… heck grandpa does too. The boys could have shoved a peanut butter & jelly sandwich in the DVD/VCR… it could have been worse.

Oh, but wait… it did get worse. Sister didn’t like that punishment- so she tells the boys they aren’t allowed to go into the living room at all so’s not to piss off g-pa. Ok… you have 2 boys home for summer vacation and you are going to make them stay cooped up in their room all day, everyday for 7 days. Suffering each other (meaning the usual brotherly harassment)… suffering the wrath of mom and g-pa. Wow… all over leaving the freakin’ DVD/VCR on for 2 days. And how did you know it was left on for 2 days??? Ahh, that’s lovely g-pa… scheming to nitpick something.

I’m not going to bear the weight of piddly junk like that when things could be far more serious… we could be suffering drug abuse, violence and pregnancy with those boys… but instead we are suffering 2 days with the DVD/VCR left on and a week of grumpy ass people getting on each other’s nerves- eventually fighting.

That type of junk goes on daily at my house… and I feel it’s ridiculous. It turns ugly because everyone is so bent out of shape over something stupid- that it becomes screaming arguments and then ice cold shoulders ignoring each other. I quit.

YeE-HaA

Well… sex has been extremely fucktacular! I’ve been kind of dominant lately… I initiate- control and finish it. It’s cool! And he doesn’t mind at all! *Snort* I’ve been riding him like a bucking bronco, waking him with blow jobs… even sleep-sexing him, lol. It’s good stuff… and the look he gives me when the deed is done is priceless. He appears to be nothing short of amazed each time… a lovely little ego booster for myself.

He just loves the muscle control I have… so do I… soOo do I! There’s nothing like the sensation of being close to having an orgasm, then squeezing your muscles to grip his hard…

Oh I’m sorry… I got lost in porn-dreams. Similar to daydreams… but far far more entertaining.