Holy Tired.

Hey folks. Sorry the smut has been, well, a lackin’ of late. I haven’t even had time to rub one out for almost a week. Probably indicative of the amount of shopping I have been doing. When I’m sexually satisfied, I am pretty damn chill and hate shopping. When I haven’t cum in a long time I buy a metric crap ton of (in this instance) craft supplies. I am embossing, stamping, embroidering, and bead stringing up a fucking storm lately. It’s…lame.

For the last week or so I have been “moonlighting” (shit, is that even a phrase anymore?) at yet another job. Mold abatement. Great Good Gods I cannot explain how much I HATE indoor air quality work. Although to be fair I hate ergonomics more. I’ve always been a ‘heavy industry’ gal (I know there is a vibrator joke in there…I’m just too tired to make it go). Anyway, the whole thing where office workers get chilly due to the a/c and then they start doing shit like propping open doors and taping closed vents…grrrr, don’t. fucking. do. that. Also, whenever you take a 200 year old building, put in a drop ceiling, randomly place drywall over an old bathroom, have some sort of special education program design the HVAC system, store a metric crap-ton of old molding documents, prop the doors open because you’re “too cold” and tape the vents closed to help “warm up”—keeping in mind this is a tropical fucking island do not be shocked by the mold problem.

Just. Saying.

Anywhoodle…I am pooped.

The husband shows up on Wednesday. I am a lot nervous, a little excited, and a whole bunch of fucking freaked out about the potential of accidentally getting knocked up since they yanked out my IUD. Wouldn’t that be awful!!! I’m still trying to decide if this marriage is going to work out. So, I’m picking up condoms on the off chance I get to get laid.

Next weekend, if there are no jobs going on…I want to stay very very still for the whole weekend. Although, I can say working with a dozen of 20-something sexy guys has not been ALL bad. J



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