♪ Pet Me, I Bite ♪
10 / 08 / 2015
Erm… I might be a bad influence on Pat. When I saw him today he swatted me on the *** to say hi. Though I guess so long as he’s not doing that to random strangers or waitresses and stuff it’ll be okay. One of these days I might learn to keep my hands to myself. Eek, that sounds bad doesn’t it. I don’t go around feeling guys up. I don’t. I am however a tactile individual who doesn’t think twice about hugging people, swatting my friends on the butt, etc. That’s normal though right? I mean not Ric normal, but normal, normal. God I hate that word. I can’t believe I just labelled myself with it. Blurgh. Anyways. I don’t go around tonguing people. Licking someone’s face to gross them out doesn’t count though. Right? ****. I’m gonna stop putting this crap on paper. I’m cut off. I’m cutting myself off. Yep. Gonna stop writing… now.
****! Me again. Apparently I’m like addicted to chronicling my thoughts, bad habits, shitty mood etc. So what did I do after I saw you last. Well I’m glad you asked. Apparently my crazy boiled over. Yep. All bubbling water lava all over everything because I went all girly on my emotionally inept husband. I kind of half-jokingly told Ric that he was gonna give me a complex if he keeps running off. Cos as you know, I’ve gotten a tad bit paranoid recently. Anywho… And yes. I meant anywho and not anyhow, it’s the way we say it (the guys and me, not Ric and me, different us). But yeah, so, that of course started an argument. I hit him. Like actually hit him, not just like kicking him in the shin like normal. He even had the nerve to say I ‘hit like a *****.’ I mean, duh, I’m no battle babe. I keep telling him that. Next time I’m gonna put my weight behind it though, I tell ya that now for nothing. Anyway. I’ve pissed him off. I’m can’t remember if he said it outright but I think the gist of it towards the end was something like, he’d rather go to the Umbra than listen to me whine anymore. Nice eh? Healthy relationship. Yep. I’m good at those. I kept whining though and he didn’t leave straight away. Which is probably a good thing cos eventually I fessed up and told him I thought he was bored of me. He assured me he wasn’t. I mean who can get bored with all the great sex and arguing and stuff? Not that we argue all that much. Not like that anyways. And not that he actually said that. That’s just my thoughts on it. Oh **** me. Did he? Yeah. Towards the end he actually said he loves me like he loves his work. I should be insulted right? Maybe if he was any other guy I might be but Ric genuinely loves his work. So I guess that means he genuinely loves me. I must have thought as much in the moment cos next thing I know I’m on my knees in the sewers. The sewers! I **** you not. Yep. He still takes me to all the best places. Lol. So yeah. That’s how this story ends. Kinda. I mean there was a very naked walk of shame that was kinda awkward, cos well… Ric kinda destroyed my clothes. Like shredded them. And then he kinda took off. Running through the depot naked. Not something I thought I’d be doing. The downstairs lobby was worse, that places is always packed. Oh well. I’m clean, safe, clothed and ready for bed. Oh and a hell of a lot happier than I have been now that Ric and I have gotten everything straightened out. So… yeah… signing off.[/size][/color][/font]
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