god damn period

God damn period.

I mean, thank god I’m not pregnant, but god damn period.

It’s kind of not fair. I totally don’t mind it being blowjob week and making Paco happy… honestly he comes in like less than a minute most times (unless I’m going really slowly on purpose) so it’s not really a huge task.

But I don’t get to have sex for 5 days!

I’m not comfortable with myself enough to take a shower with him, let alone have shower sex.

Although, I think I probably will in Mexico. I love hotel sex.

So Paco continues to get off even though I’m bleeding, but I have to wait.

It’s not for lack of effort on his part. He tries. He always asks me if there’s anything he can do for me.

I’ve had guys do things for me while I’m on my period…. it’s okay, but I mean, hard to ignore that little string there. And it’s just a little awkward.

 

God damn period.

 

Man, especially since when I woke up this morning, I was horny as fuck. Paco and I were making ‘the eyes’ at each other and quite honestly, we haven’t had weekday morning sex in a grip. So the fact that we were both awake enough and super horny was awesome.

Then I remembered, oh shit, I’m supposed to start my period today… so I ran to the bathroom to check, and FUCK. Period time. DAMMIT.

I went down on him instead.

 

Sex stories! Woooohooooo

 

My god, it’s 4:10pm on Friday and this day could NOT HAVE GONE SLOWER.

 

Tonight I need to go shopping for some shorts to wear for our all-day kickball game tomorrow. I have yoga cropped pants, but they’re black and it’s been hell hot here and I don’t want to wear those all day tomorrow. No thank you.

I re-injured my knee last night playing kickball.

I don’t know what it’s stupid problem is.

I never DID anything to it, like there wasn’t one event where I could be like, "and that’s what hurt my knee." It just decided to hurt one day.

That’s what getting old feels like.

Plus, I guess this is the first year I’ve been die-hard about kickball, so I’m sure the new movements tweaked it somehow.

Not good timing for it to be reinjured when I have an all day tournament tomorrow, and league playoffs on Sunday.

I am going to ice the SHIT out of it tonight, and pop some ibuprofens tonight and before the game.

 

I think I’m going to make fish tacos tonight. But I’m on the fence. I may just pick up Thai food. I can’t decide. Thinking is hard.

 

4:19 on a Friday. My god this day cannot go any slower.

 

I had an interesting conversation with Will today via Gchat.

I mentioned to him that Paco and I have been arguing a lot more lately.

Through a little bit of conversation, I realized that Paco and I don’t really argue… I mean, we kind of do, but it’s mostly us working out little glitches. We don’t keep anything hidden from each other, and if something is bothering either of us, we either bring it up, or the other person can sense it and brings it up. I can admit that I’m usually the one that has an issue with something… but a lot of times he forces me to talk about it, when I’d rather give it time to smooth over.

But for the most part, we just hash things out quickly.

I actually think our communication is awesome. We may get a little worked up from time to time, but we DO work it out.

I would like for there to be less things to hash out… and I think I’m the one to blame for that. 75%, anyway.

When I’m on my period and for the 2 weeks after, I’m pretty much a dream girlfriend. But that week before my period… holy hell. Emotion central.

 

Okay boss just told me to leave. YES. K bye.