Not really sure what the fuck I'm doing or why. pic.twitter.com/y6UuW307dM
— Trixie Fontaine (@tastytrixie) June 21, 2014
If we had the budget to pay people, this probably wouldn’t be a problem. And if I didn’t loathe (and deeply resent) putting on make-up and, you know, showering.
But it’s all good. I felt ambivalent about it anyway.
Delia volunteered to step in, but part of the whole point of getting stunt cocks is so that we can keep more of our sex RECREATIONAL. And honestly, when things don’t go according to my plan I’m not in the fucking mood to ADAPT. My face was itching from the makeup and I just wanted to take it off and cuddle her. WITH SAUSAGE. The nourishing kind.
It’s been a day of time wasted, slogging through drudgery & things not working properly so making the drudgery ten times slower, which was good practice with patience (and I made myself call somebody on the phone to apologize for LOSING my patience, which made me feel better — the apology, not the losing of patience).
In the end I actually feel better instead of worse. Mildly cranky, but better. And grateful for Kyle of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills making me put on way more eyeliner than I normally do. And for Madonna’s Truth or Dare to remind me that nobody – not even MADONNA – can always have everything go exactly her way all the time.
In a way, washing my hair and putting on makeup was kinda worth it. Just as a . . . process. Of acceptance and adjustment. I just think I can probably make more money and be happier without a lot of the crap of today. Still, I’d rather waste my time TRYING to work today than the way normal people do on Fridays, which sounds totally gross and boring to me.
Also: cheeseburgers and fries and a walk/jog in the woods with Delia! The day wasn’t a *total* wash.
First nudie pic of the day taken yesterday by the new guy right after he pulled out of my pussy and came all over my butt cheeks (which I rubbed in so unfortunately you can’t see it, though you could have been watching it on our voyeurcams):
Later I creeped him out by staring at him as he slept. He woke up saying he was dreaming that I was conducting experiments on him.
I had nervous dreams about him too but I didn’t tell him what they were.