So I didn't sleep really well last night. I had a shiteful day at work. So to de stress I baked. Oh bhoy did I bake. I made a butt load of sugary foods that came out of the oven and were assembled just before bedtime. And of course they all needed to be tried.
I went to bed just before I got a sugar high.
I woke about 4 am. My asthma is playing up (directly because of work yesterday) so I had a bit of trouble going back to sleep. I ended up walking around in the dark for something to do. Then I went back to bed and played with Boots. She's getting quite fat and is in need of a diet. Then there's Rai Who's naturally very active. So I laid in bed pondering how to best feed two different diets to two cats when I'm not around to really enforce who eats from what bowl. I guess I'll have to feed them new diets in their current bowls and just wing that Boots doesn't hog into Rais.
Then I went to sleep and dreamed of Green Eyes,only he was my ex roomie that I haven't even seen in years. It was hard to get out of bed for so many reasons this morning.
I have tomorrow off. Thank god.
I want sex.
Damn hormones.
17 comments:
Unless here is one place that the cats don't share, there isn't much you can do.
As far as your other problem, don't we all!
What a night! Sugar high (almost), asthma, cats, hormones, dreams. Sounds more exciting than some folks days! Have a good and fun day off.
Maybe a sex-competition for (with?) ur readers is not a bad idea after all. If it wasn't so expensive getting there, I'd be the first to put my name down on that list of participants.
Not so bad waking to pussys, there's no:
1.Wood in the small of your back
2.close mouthed kisses b/c of morning breath
3.Laying in bed pretending to sleep b/c the dogs need let out.
or
4.Well, I can't think of four reasons to prefer pussys over a man in bed, sorry.
I know you want sex.
Stop calling my husband you whore.
I wish I could bake.
You sat up all night fiddling with pussies and you are surprised you want sex? Blimey.
Well I will oblige but I will need an air ticket...
Phish...I work with a lady that bakes and cooks up a storm when she's tense.
Wha-hay...the desserts and food she sometimes brings in are awesome...to die for. I gained 2 pounds that one week. Fuck me...I started working out again just to keep it off.
Have a nice day off and I hope you get some sex...Woo hoo. Hey if it can't be green eyes...who would it be?
Ciao babes.
Don't we all?
I've just been told by my mate that I need to spend less time on the internet and get laid this weekend.
This wasn't so much a suggestion, as an order.
I guess he's right.
'So I laid in bed pondering how to best feed two different diets to two cats...'
First time I read that I swear I saw 'breast feed'.
And I thought, fuck me...she does need some sex...
I want pussy in myyyyyyy bed.
Do we get to grant you a wish on this post as well?
I thought you were going to write, "how to breast-feed my cats" and I almost choked on my fruit scone.
hahahah! oh I miss kitty cats..we cant' have them in this home cause of my Mum's asthma but they sure do keep the kids entertained.
The title got me all excited till i read about you breast feeding your cats!
Girl, you need to get out more!
Whats with the big secret blog too?
well steph - you've got a secret blog
despite the post, i'm still turned on by the title.
T - I don't let them in my makeup drawer!
Nick - yeah, except for the fact that you want your nights quiet and restful.
Itelli - You've gotten some cogs turning boy. Wether or not it amounts to much is another thing.
Helen - yeah, there's no sex either.
YLIMH - I'm not his whore. He doesn't pay me anything.
Natalia - Wishes were a few posts down.
Mutley - how about a boat? They're slower but less expensive. Especially if I put you in the cargo hold.
SZJ - I'd have to say it would be the new guy I just met tonight.
Ingsoc - What if you don't want to oblige?
Fingers - if you read that you probably need sex too.
Kitty - there's a cute pussy everywhere you go.
Stephen - If you really want to.
Betty - mmm. Fruit scone.
Steph - I do get out. At least five times a week for work, and four times for dancing. And once or twice for shopping.
Raffi - I wouldn't expect anything less from you.
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