I have no idea what happened to me today. I had such a good day yesterday and today I woke up a wreck.
Crying.
I’ve cried over corned beef and cabbage, safewords, Taylor’s goatee…
It’s nuts.
I think it might be a hormonal thing. I’m sort of spotting (not that most of you care) and, since I haven’t had a period since my ablation procedure in November, I’m going to assume my body is just being overloaded by hormones at the moment.
I also have a low grade fever and a headache that has me wanting to go back to bed. Now. For a week.
Regardless of all that I still went to the store (got a ride there and walked home) to buy the fixin’s for corned beef and cabbage and have a pot of it simmering away. I’ve done some laundry and touched up the dusting (swiffer duster things rock) and posted on some forums and twittered and taken the dogs out ten times and played with the dogs and…
Basically tried not to let the fever, headache, spotting and stupid moody tearfulness mess with my day.
It would be super cool if the UPS man would show up early instead of at his usual five or six o’freaking-clock cuz then I’d have a new toy to play with. Orgasm sometimes helps headaches and hormonal stuff, yanno.
And, hell, even if it doesn’t a good orgasm isn’t going to ruin my day, right?
I opted out of sex this morning cuz with the whole pelvic pain, weird period thing of the past I just didn’t want to… I dunno… mess with anything while I”m spotting and Taylor was gracious enough to let me opt out… lol… but now I’m thinking I shoulda just spread ‘em and enjoyed myself.
It might have cured everything!
I sure hope this mood lifts by the weekend. Meh. I really, really hate crying for no reason.
Though, it’ll certainly work out well if Taylor wants to play. Tears at the drop of the hat are always a good thing in his book. :P
Gonna go make myself some tea and chill for a bit.
Did I mention (I know I did on Twitter) that I’ve been drinking so much tea with lemon and honey lately that my snooch smells lemony? Not sour or icky, just… lemony tart. Lol.
Sinn called me sour puss. Hehehehee
Oh. And y’all stopped asking questions! I haz a sad naow!
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Okay just so you don’t haz a sad anymore, I’ll ask a question. :-)
What would you do on your dream vacation and where would it be?
hope you feel lots better soon hun… and i haz a question:
How did you first get into knife play? What is it that you enjoy about it?
t. x
I get the weepy hormonal thing. It sucks, but knowing why it’s happening often helps me cope since at least then I know why I feel crazy. I also let my guy know, and he helps me cope too, usually by abusing me some. I find the tears are easier to deal with if I have an actual reason to be crying, and the endorphins / orgasmic goodness helps to counteract it too.
It happened today actually, plus I’ve got allergies going on. Meh.
Feel better!
I’ll ask a question too: Since you review toys, you get to use them and try new ones all the time. I’m relatively new to collecting toys, so I’m curious as to your top 5 favorites. I was using my hitachi so much it was giving me carpal tunnel literally, so I’m always looking for something new and fun. :)
What makes you feel sexy?
Give us just 5 random facts about you that you don’t think you have wrote about here before.