nllnn (Love it, sucka.)

Stupid new punishments.

There are all these obligations now. I hate obligations. Like, right now, I have to do like, a whole list of things for REAL LIFE. Did I also mention that I hate REAL LIFE? I have to do the following (and more):

Set up Internet.
Make vet appointment (for the dog that is not mine).
Pay the IRS.
Sort decor paraphernalia.
Fix the bench.
Fix a necklace.
Choose a direct educational path.
Arrange insurance (concerning lunatic degenerate loser scum from across the street).
Pay my medical insurance.
Ship a package.

The list includes many other things but this is JUST what's on the tip of my brain right now. And I have the house to myself finally. So, fucking competition. Do I GET PRODUCTIVE with my REAL LIFE...or do I fuck around with my new privacy? Guess which one I want to do. Guess.

So, I did some stuff, and even though it would be easier to actually do some other stuff (ie. make a phone call I have heretofore avoided), I am lying. Lying. Lying. Lying. And it feels fine!!

Well, in that it's making me very tensed overall, but getting to have fun in the meantime. I have made lots more drawings. A chocolate sex poodle AND a macaroon!! Anyway, staying busy with the little stuff. I want to hear Johnny right now. Fuck. I'm obsessed.

And now with all these stupid new punishments, he's pushing my buttons. I don't care what he says, he's trying to provoke me. Being very mean to meyeah so that he can be smug and self-righteous with his little, "No, no. Don't be a mean girl to me. Stop it right now."

Grr. I can't help it. He can be such a mega-ass. But I love his stories. Grin. So, I'm putting up with it (though maybe using some of my naughty stair time to work on laundry. HA HA!! Only a few minutes of it, but still...I believe the phrase "suck my balls, Daddy" is an appropriate one).

Of course, I'm just kidding.

You'll never know.

No, I kid.

Or do I?

I do.

GRIN.

I love you the most!!

Grin. Grin.

Back to fucking REAL LIFE. Sigh.