Rashy

You know what I've never found? A man with a fetish for rashyness.

There must be one out there, right? I mean, there's someone with a fetish for just about any thing you can think of, why not a skin condition?

Of course I did.

I broke up with him.

I kind of regret it. I realised last night that it's going to be hard work to find another man who ticks as many of the boxes. I'm definitely sad about it. It was never going to work though. I just wanted to kiss him so much when he was sitting there trying to process through the shock that I didn't want to be with him any more.

And then, because I'm me, last night, I went and fucked some fucking dickhead. OH MY GOD. What did I get myself into.

I'm gonna talk about this because it doesn't make me sad. It makes me annoyed.

So, I guess I should have known that men who see me pee are never the men that I should sleep with, or even associate with, because, by their very nature, they are perverts.

This one was no exception. American. Tattoo artist - Note: Biggest fucking masochist I've ever met. 26. Loves to talk. Brian.

Things he loves: Urine(I pissed in front of the wrooooooong guy). Pain. Feet.

I hit the fucking jackpot of fetishy stuff that isn't my scene. I mean, a little bit of pain, that's okay, I like that. And sure, whipping someones balls might be entertaining. But really, when it becomes the only way you can get off, it's too much for me.

So, we're fooling around, his crazyness slowly unfurling before me. I'm choosing to pretend that it isn't as bad as I internally know.

We go to my room, and he's not quite hard enough. Probably because I haven't inflicted enough pain yet. So, I do that for a bit, and then he decides he's going to put his cock in me. Without a condom. And he got to about the tip and I'm moving away and making him get out of me, and he starts getting all sad and pathetic. And I'm like " No. You have to use a condom if you're going to have sex with me. If you don't want to use a condom, you can leave." And he's getting a little whiny, and I'm just sticking to my guns, making the rules VERY clear. And he's like "aw, but I wanna be inside you, just let me be inside you" and I was like, no, you have to wear a condom.

And so I pulled out a condom, and it's an XL one, it fits him perfectly fine. I realise that a condom is never going to be as amazing as unprotected sex, but you know what? I'm not that little girl who used to take massive, stupid risks any more. Because I value myself, and my health, and I don't have to sleep with any one who doesn't want to wear a condom.

He begrudgingly puts it on, making a stink about it. He starts fucking me, and I'm enjoying it. It's good. But he only goes for a few minutes, and then he stops, and he's like "I can't do this, it's awkward, and uncomfortable, and I hate it" . I was disappointed, but you know, that's fine, eat my pussy. But he keeps going on about it. Like, just keeps going on and on, and it's making it really fucking awkward. And then he keeps trying to put his cock in  me without a condom. And so I started getting really defensive, because I'd lost any trust. And then he keeps biting my nipple that little bit too hard, and I'm quietly freaking out that I have taken home a mentally deranged man, and he's going to start staking me.

HE SAID HE LOVED ME.

So, yep. It went on like that for a while, and I was getting pretty over it. And there comes a point, where he's like " Do you want me to go" and I'm like, kind of yes. Leave. You aren't helping me fuck to forget at all. And he's all sad and whingy and shit. Gormless. I hate that shit. And he wants to cum. So I let him do that. I stuck my finger up his arse. He didn't ask me to. I just got the vibe that he would love it. He did. So he comes, and then I'm like "Okay, you have to leave now" and he's all whiny about that. And he goes on about wanting to sleep next to someone, and blah blah blah. And I was like, No. You have to go home now. Because I just broke up with someone, and I want to be alone right now. It took so fucking long to get him out of my house. He still kept going on about how he was sorry and he couldn't fuck me with a condom.

UGH. Seriously. Such an ordeal. And I just woke up feeling guilty about everything. Which isn't what I wanted at all. And I shouldn't feel guilty about it, but I do. Did.

I'm going to eat some edamame. And watch a stupid movie. Life. Gosh.

Ah, the blogtuary(sanctuary - I didn't know if you'd get that one...).

Things really mustn't be going my way. I'm feeling anxious. There are some things at work that I haven't done that I should have already. And the whole boyf situation.

I just, I dunno. I'm seeing him tomorrow. I guess I'll see how things go and take whatever action is needed from there.

I've started smoking again too. I mean, I never completely stopped, because I'd smoke when I got drunk, but now there's smoking at home cos the flatmate is away and I don't have to worry about getting caught.

Hit a rut. Big time.

Gosh. Thought I'd collected my shit, but it would appear, no, no I have not.

I feel kind of sad, but not. Like, I'll have time to see people again because I've really been a bit shit in that department lately. I've already decided, haven't I.

I just, there's a sassy beast inside of me and she's getting restless, and I can't stop her from getting out and it's better to stop things now than to let them go on as if nothing is wrong, because it is. Clearly. Or else I wouldn't be writing this.

It's time to brush my teeth and go to bed.

Night x

I think I'm going to have to end it.

*sigh* Such potential for greatness, but I can't live knowing that he's waiting for the next insult, or insensitive comment. It's too much. Or the next fight. We haven't even had a proper fight. Just his fear of a fight. Pessimism bringing me down. Creating what you expect.

Now to figure out how to do it. Gonna break his heart.

I'm going to quietly hope that he hasn't stalked my blog. Because what would be worse than reading about how your girlfriend is planning to dump you on her blog?

My pootine is all outta whack.

Got my new job, pretty happy with things at the moment. Not entirely sure how to word things, like semi formal email kinda stuff, but I'll get there. I think if I just have examples of everything then life will be sweet.

So. Yep. I might blog properly tomorrow. On my day off. Day one of two. Because I get weekends off now. THE WHOLE WEEKEND. AND PUBLIC HOLIDAYS.

Okay. Running away. Working. I am working.

A slightly greener pasture

As of Monday, I start my new job. Officially.

The pay isn't much to rave about, certainly less than was speculated by my former manager. But that doesn't surprise me. If I've learnt anything about him over the past few years, it's that he likes to embellish the truth - whether it's purposeful or not, I'm not really sure, it seems like a thing that just happens. But really, the pay actually isn't everything, because at the end of the day, I don't have to spend my time being abused by ignorant assholes on the phone, and the seeds will be sown for greener pastures. Because they're going to give me heaps of opportunities to train. Which is what I need really. Because I don't really have any real qualifications.

I'm quite curious to see what will happen with the casual flirting. Because certainly it will die down, he isn't going to be able to walk around the corner and casually grope my ass, or make puppy dog eyes at me when he wants to see my panties. But will it stop altogether? I don't foresee him making any real effort to continue things outside of the workplace, because I still firmly believe that he's scared of fucking. Oral sex is okay, but penetration...gosh. And you know what? I've been starting to find it's lost it's lustre anyway. Because while it's still kinda hot, I'm getting a good and proper fucking every weekend(apart from this one which is making me VERY sad), and I'm just not gagging for it any more. Because I'm actually rather content. Which is FUCKING AWESOME. So in conclusion, I guess I don't really care, because I'm pretty happy anyway, and I no longer have to jump through hoops to get sexual gratification.

YEAH! General life improvement.

I'm still kind of freaked out they'll realise I don't know how to do anything. Because it seems to be a very real thing. But ah well.

Anyway, it's sunny outside! And I'm not at work! So I'm going to shower and enjoy it, before winter truly sets in and I don't get to wear a short skirt without tights until November(who am I kidding, I'll still do it sometimes).

A good week

So. This week has been pretty good.

It started with being told to send my CV through to my new potential boss so she could check it before she sent it off.

And then, my mum got engaged, which is pretty cool.

I got to hang out with some people I'd been a bit distant from, and it was nice.

I got told that I was the only person who applied for the job I was going for, and so therefore, unless I have a complete spaz, the interview is only a formality, and I have it. And I'll be starting in the next couple of weeks. This is exciting. Something new. Awesome times.

I got exciting mail. A MASSIVE box of condoms. XL Shields in fact. They're a whole 4mm bigger than your standard durex. And, I got clothes. I own a tiger t-shirt again, which is very exciting. And wetlook. And a very practical for work dress which can become cleavage-tastic.

Tomorrow, I'm going to make this http://sweettwistoffate.blogspot.co.nz/2011/05/no-flour-no-problem-craggy-chocolate.html And then put raspberries in it. Fuck yeah! I'm going to have to improvise slightly in terms of utensils. It will work.

I think I'm subconsciously trying to prove myself to be sweet sweet girlfriend material. But you know what? I am.

I also get to get laid tomorrow. Which is always awesome. I'm loving the consistent, awesome sex. And so regular. Once a week! Oooh la la!

And I'm wearing motherfucking moustache earrings. Fuck yes!

Wetlook. Borederline NSFW

 Lion t-shirt that turned out to be a dress. With a VEry sparkly lion. So much sparkly. Everything shall sparkle forever. Hoping washing it will remove a little sparkle...

 Leggings. Snake print. Wetlook. You an see VPL because...

I'm wearing wetlook underwear. It is snakeprint also. It is more... shiny. 

What's that? More wetlook? 

Okay then.....

New Job

I just finished applying for a new job.

I fucking hope I get it. I will cry if I don't get it. Don't doubt tears will be falling if I don't get it. I just typed win. It will be winning if I get it.

I think it will be good. A fresh start with familiar faces. And a sweet pay rise.

WETLOOK MONTAGE IS ON IT'S WAY AS SOON AS IT COMES IN THE MAIL...WAIT WITH BAITED BREATH.

Shit's going to be awesome. My life is finally becoming complete.

Good things come to those who wait.

My mum got engaged today.

I'm happy for her. This will be her first marriage. And I potentially get to be a flower girl. Or at least have some form of starring role in the ceremony. I'm quite excited. And, more importantly, Brenton is awesome for her. I can't think of a better suited person for her to be with. And he hunts things and goes fishing and I get to eat tasty meats.

But seriously, I'm surprised, but totally happy for her.

I think I have a secret love for gingers.

Cats and men.

I don't really like cats, but if I were to, I'd choose the ginger ones.

And the men, while I tried to fight it, attempting to protect my potential unborn children, it's undeniable.

I love the gingers.


(There was an article that said they don't wrinkle. We all know it's because they spend their lives hiding from the sun.)

Juice

Bring me a bottle of juice when I'm a bit hung over, and I will be yours forever.

I will have sex with you until neither of us can function.

Eat ice cream off my body, and well...

Cheese

If you want to get in my pants, you best be paying for all the cheese when we go out to that dinner. That you initiated. And didn't tell me that I would be paying half until right at the end when you say "it's cool if we split it, right?" . Even though I earn half as much as you. And I didn't decide which restaurant we were going to, which was fine when I thought you were going to pay, but now I have $20 to last me until Thursday.

This is not how you win your way into my heart.

Trouble expert.

That's me.

Shit.

But AWESOME SHIT.

Because tonight, I'm going out to have drinks with the American. The one who's got clingy and tried to change me. And I said "Fuck you! You can't change me, bitch!" and he stopped talking to me for a while, and then the other day, he sends me an email being like "I went to Dunedin on my holiday. I imagine it was pretty shit"(I'm paraphrasing the shit out of conversations cos I only have 10 mins till I'm leaving work.

Anyway, I was like, yep, pretty shit, how you doing? And then he was like I'm okay, we should have a catch up drink. And so, tonight, I'm going to have a drink with him. Probably two. At foxglove. Cocktails. Yum.

And then, this is the kicker. The part that cracks me up. SO MUCH.

I'm getting my new man friend to come and collect me. And when I say I'm getting him to come, I mean, he wanted to pick me up because it's not safe for a lady like myself to be roaming the streets on my own. Not actually, but kind of yes. So, I'm having drinks at Foxglove with a man who is scrawny and needy last I checked, and then being met by another man who is preeeetty much the opposite. He's a giant compared to me(and the American). I don't think I even quite make it to his shoulders. He's a big, manly man. And I love it.

It's going to be interesting. I haven't figured out how I'm going to make this transition. Do I say I'm going to meet my friend who's walking the same way after he finishes work? Do I tell him he's my new "love interest" and know that I'll be writing off any chances for future tasty times and fancy feasts? I don't think I'd mind that.

I'm looking forward to the walk home though. I'll be mildly intoxicated. I'm going to try and make him carry me home. Because...why not?

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY I GET TO HAVE SEXY TIMES TONIGHT! With someone who's a total gentleman, considerate, open, a good fuck, and hasn't disappointed me once. And he totally appreciates my body. Like, all of it. Loves it.

Drinky times!

10 reasons I could never date you

I'm not sure if I have 10. But I think I might.

1. You don't like interesting food. You can't handle chilli chocolate. You don't like gherkins. Or mushrooms. When you talk about eating curry, you mean butter chicken.

2. You use the word "box" to describe my vagina. It's the only word I think I've heard you call it. You use the word "knob" to describe your penis. You only use one word to describe each of the genitalia. There are so many glorious words to use, why would you use THOSE two. "I want you to suck my knob" EW. "Your box tastes good." DISGUSTING.

3.You add extra bits to words. Not on purpose either. That's just the way you think it's said.

4. You can't spell. At all. Here is an example of a text(word for word): "Haha whopps my multy tarsken ant that good! See that's why I like u,u seem to no what i mean or sm thinken most da time.....but im not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.... lol hope you have a grate 1st day back at work"

I'm not going to lie. number 4 may have contained many of the reasons why I could never date you.

5. Too much drug use. Possible aid for number 4. Occasional drug use is fine, but multiple tabs a week, and putting things up your nose on a semi regular basis. Sure, you've cut down on your weed, but really?

6. You sell drugs. Seriously. You bought a buttload of acid. Sure, you sell it to friends, but still. That shit's dumb. I don't want to be associated with people who do that kind of thing.

7. You aren't very attractive. I'm not that shallow, but when you look at points 1 through 6, I think it gains extra weight. You can be boring and stupid if you're hot. Kind of. Not really, but at least I have something good to look at when I get bored of you talking.

8. I don't think I have any more, but number 4 is bad enough to fill 8 - 10 as well.

Oh, and, he gives me drugs when I'm in no fit state to be doing them, but I do them anyway because I'm drunk and it sounds like fun. And then I have to clean my moving vomit off the floor in the morning because I'm hung over and I only took a tab at 2am.

These are the reasons why we don't date. And why I'm slowly distancing myself further and further from you. If you were more tech savvy then maybe you'd know I had a blog and how to access it. I'm glad you aren't.

Learning times

Don't shave your legs, don't wear sexy underwear, this apparently ensures that I get laid.

Also, I have learnt, I need to be specific when setting out the guidelines for what flavour of person I'm looking for, all the way down to gender, because otherwise, who know's what you'll end up with? Last time I didn't specify, I went home with a girl. Last night, I set my target early in the piece, and hot dog, I totally snapped that shit up. I'm quietly proud of myself at this moment.

I need to poo. Tempted to take the laptop with me. I won't. Don't worry.