| a chandelirious lifestyle |
[20 Jan 2004|04:17am] |
After a sexless night of movies with The Professor, a day off work with cramps and being too broke to even window shop, I am too tired to even think straight. *yawn* I want to spend every minute with him and that leaves little time for all those other, less-stimulating activities, like work, friends ... and sleep.
My sex god of a boyfriend nearly put me in traction the other night. I am still recovering! There is a downside to marathon sex, (at least if you have endometriosis). Four hours of sex should last for days, and even though I am in pain, it doesn't make him any less arousing to me. Talk about fucking frustrating!!! On the upside, I have a whole new respect for my bathroom counter.
Over the last few weeks, my job has become less fulfilling. At first, I thought I was a manager. Then, a babysitter. Now, a psychiatrist. I am the official landing pad for the 747 full of bitchy employees. I have become the authority figure I once dreaded. I have actually spoken the words "we have to do what is best for the company." Blech. I am left wondering, is this really me??? Is this really who I am???
For some stress relief, I went by the piano shop today and played a bit. Steinways are not really my preference, (I am a Bosey or Petrof girl,) it was nice to be able to feel a piano again and get compliments from the salesman. I'm having withdrawals ... it's time to get my piano, (at least one of them!) back into my apartment!
As tired as I am, I will likely still want to see him tonight. Aside from my music, nothing has made me feel so alive.
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