Lazy Bones

I am having the laziest damned day today.  All the cleaning yesterday (as well as the benadryl to combat the allergy symptoms after cleaning up all the shedding dog hair) has me sort of worn out and blah today.  So does knowing I’ll have to do it all again tomorrow. (This time of year bites when you have dogs. Shed, clean, shed, clean, shed, clean. Dust and hair fucking everywhere)

Like y’all care, eh?

:P

I could talk about the ass fuck I got last night – and how awesome it felt to include Little Su in said ass fuck. (No exaggeration. I’ve finally found a dildo that stays in place during double penetration, hands free. If I wasn’t in love before, I am now)

But it was just an ass fuck, yanno?

Is it weird that I feel an ass fuck is normal and not embarrassing but get squirmy and feel awkward when he’s playing with my ass with his fingers? 

I think it’s weird.

I’m weird.

(Stop rolling your eyes. I see you. I hear the mutters, too. I know my being weird is nothing you haven’t figured out already.  I do get new readers on occasion, you know.)

I could talk about the fact that, in the past two weeks, I’ve drank maybe five glasses of water.

Yes, I’m serious. I also had a coke and a sobe thingy. Other than that? Coffee and tea. And, yes, I am feeling vaguely like shit, with dry skin and a lackluster complexion.

Bad me. I need some quality H2O.

And that’s it. I’m done babbling in your ear. (Eyes?) The UPS man just got here and I almost trampled him to death.

Time to go open things.  And drink some water before my lazy bones turn to dust.

Ciao!