aye carumba
I’ve been given a lot of projects to start with my new work at home job. Except for it isn’t really a job, just this thing where I do some projects for some guy who publishes a magazine. The magazine itself isn’t my cup of tea, but the actual magazine stuff IS so it’s kind of cool. I won’t be making tons of money, but every little bit helps. Plus it’s nice to have something other than baby poop to focus on. Not that I focus on baby poop a lot, but you get my meaning.
I gave Gordon a BJ for the first time in a long time the other night. We’re talking a really really long time here kids. Since right before Ryland was born. wowza. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be and I didn’t puke or even really gag that much. BJs are funny in that you sort of forget how to do it when you’ve been on vacation for a bit. I guess after a few minutes my old flair and style came back to me, but I still sort of forgot.
I gotta tell you though, I don’t much care right now if I ever see another penis again. I’m too tired and bitchy and down on myself to want sex. I’m half-way serious when I tell Gordon to pick up a mistress, so he doesn’t have to keep bothering me. I’ve read the books and the magazines that talk about getting your love life back after a kid and the things they suggest make me vomit. All romantic stupid cheesy things. I have zero interest in that noise. Calling it a love life right now just made me vomit.
I suppose I should be more affectionate and intimate with G, because despite his complete lack of maturity, honesty, trustworthiness and dependability, I AM fond of the guy. But everything I have in that department goes to Ryland. I’m all cuddled out.
Speaking of Ryland, his farts are so smelly today. What on this good earth did I eat to make him stink so bad? jesus in a tin can.
aye carumba indeed !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
wow. Reading this blog reaffirms my decision to never ever have children under any circumstances.
Well, maybe the problem is that you’re just sucking the wrong cock. You need to find your love of the BJ again, Christa. If you could have seen the single tear streaming down my face as I read this entry… I think I need to send you a caseful of gay porn!
This may be impertinent of me, rude and unabashed but, dont you sometimes wish you could
strap Gorden in leather and chains, force him onto his hands and knees and shove your own
throbbing thing into him repetively until he lays there limp, panting and covered in goo?
WOW.