Whats Your “Thing”

Today’s Topics:

Dreams, Sex, Dumb Arse Contractors, Power Tools & Electrical Goods, Red Necks, Spanking, Female Ejactulation and Superfluous Psycho Babble.

I had the strangest dream last night. It was in colour too. As I have said before I rarely remember any dream that I have and I can’t remember them being in colour. But this one was.

It involved Super, he wanted to use my house for a fashion show, and of course I said yes, but on the proviso that he would allow me to be one of the catwalk models, he sighed and said yes (seeming as he had no where else to do it). Donnatella Versace (yes she had a cameo in my dream) had made up “backstage” T’s for all the crew, this is where I remember I dreamt it in colour cause they were tan coloured, made of spandex/lycra, and ultra slimming. I had to beg for one, she gave it to me after a scoff of intolerance, and I flew back down to the basement (yes flew, I had a jetpack on). This is where I was tending to the Llamas and Chickens; because Super wanted some for the show. Anyway while I was down tending to the chickens and Llamas, I put the T on, over the polo fleece jumper I was wearing, it got stuck half way on so I had to the fly back up to see super where I asked ‘what was wrong it doesn’t fit’ he told me it was because I wasn’t wearing enough, “it’s all about layers’ he said, and I looked at what he was wearing… jeans, open at the front with a pair of tighty whities over a pair of blue boxers and a checked wool knit vest… that’s when I woke up. What a horrible nightmare – Eek.

So what else has been happening? Not a lot really, our inspection went well, no better than well, she was very happy saying that she has never seen the place looking so good. Well darling what do you get when you put two fags into a place? I’ve told her I was the landlord to put in curtains because the blinds just don’t keep in the heat; she is going to get back to me today with an answer.

The drier arrived yesterday morning, I went to put it up on the laundry wall but the drill didn’t work to start, then once I figured it out it wouldn’t drill properly, so I called Dad, who then told me I need a special drill bit and some other screw thingies… I’m hopeless when it comes to that stuff so he is coming around tonight to fix it up for his technically deficient fag.

Jay told me something last night in a phone conversation that got me thinking. He said “you make me the happiest I’ve been in a relationship”. I don’t understand… Wouldn’t you judge each relationship on its own merits? If I were an ex I would be insulted. I don’t look at my past relationships and think that, I still love all of my ex’s. Maybe not as intimately as when we were dating, I look back on them and think I had a fun time and leave it at that. I don’t compare them, you can’t, that’s like apples and oranges isn’t it? Or is this a moot point… I just think that each experience is something that can’t be compared to another.

Jay isn’t going to get back now until Tuesday, it was supposed to be Sunday, but his surgeon now tells him he has to wait another week before his stitches can come out – pfft stupid plastic surgeons, what do they know? It’s already been two weeks! Come the fuck back already. His birthday is at the end of this month and haven’t the slightest idea what I’m going to get him, I’m looking. Any ideas?

In other news:

My office renovations are continuing to annoy me. The electrician has been in all morning rewiring something and has cut the power three times, the first time I told him he should have checked with me first, he said ‘I didn’t know anyone else was here’ to my response ‘I don’t think I would leave you in here without supervision, look around the damn corner and you can see me’ so I politely asked if he was to cut it off again he needs to tell me first. So the second time he checks I said ok, then the third time… no he just turns it off, so I went mental at him and told him if he turns it off again without telling me then ill walk straight back out there and turn it back on wether or not you have your fucking finger in a power socket – to which I got no reply. Which is good because if he had I sware to god I would have thrown something at him, fuck I hate insubordinate people. So it’s done, and he leaves, I go to turn the power on (I think he was trying to annoy me more by not flicking the switch himself) and the damn thing didn’t work, CHRIST! I just want power. So I had to wait another half hour for him to come back to fix it. Wanker. Won’t be using him again. Looser.

The red necks that live upstairs are continuing to use our front courtyard as an ash tray. This is one red neck that scares me, usually I would just walk up there and throw it at them, but this guy is scary, he bites back, and I’m not used to that… perhaps ill get him evicted… ill think of something…. Hmmm leave it with me, any ideas?

I put my tax return in on Monday and sadly am only getting $1700 odd dollars back.

I don’t do ICQ.

Everyone has their “thing” right? That thing that if someone else does it (it might be perfectly benign to them) it makes you gag, cringe, vomit… you know your “thing” an example… Bren, his thing is if you rub material on your teeth it makes him throw up… go figure, I love doing it to him cause that’s the sort of person I am, I think it’s a hoot, but I think I’ve found my one most revolting “thing” …women who can ejaculate. I had no idea they could do that! AND EW! I hurled – ew the thought of it is just revolting.

I’m not to sure if Jay understands my personality properly, we have a little thing going at the moment, where I want him to spank me – now lets get this straight first. I don’t want to be spanked! the idea is too funny to be sexy, and I would probably be mortified if he turned around one night and said “OK BEND OVER”. But see he doesn’t know that, so I push for all its worth, making him uncomfortable, now I know that’s slack but it’s my kind of fun. But I don&rsq

uo;t’ think he thinks I’m not being serious. It will be interesting to see how long he is confused for. Another one is pretending to be pissed off or upset with him, he doesn’t understand that I’m not; I just like to get a reaction out of him. Meh.

I need help…

I need medication…

I need money…

I need a facial…

I need to go on a diet…

I need new shoes…

Oh god do something…

Song for the day: A Studio – S O S (Europa XL Mix)

LPH

The air that I breath, the air that I need, there’s nothing at all when your gone – nothing at all when your gone