Rubadubdub

I’m not feeling that crash hot at the moment. I came down with something yesterday, and have been paying for it since, plus I feel asleep on the lounge, which gave me a bad back…
My ex’s fairwell was on Saturday night, I went for 2 hours out of politeness, I then had C* come around that night for a bit, I have decided to give that one up: one of my biggest pet peeves in the bed room is forceful kissing. My second pet peeve is bad kissing, I have given away many a sugar daddy cause they just can’t kiss. But he does both, he rolls around so that he is on top, and when he is on top he face plants, and doesn’t let up I have til I push him off… PLUS he makes ‘snuffle’ noises, like he’s a really bad smoker or is asthmatic. I wasn’t really feeling that social so I fcuked him and then pushed him out the door, I could tell he was a bit pissed, but I didn’t really care. NEXT!

So anyway I didn’t get to bed until 2am Sunday morning, which didn’t bother me cause I could sleep in, but instead at 7am my phone rang, how rude. I didn’t recognize the number so I hit the mute button and went back to sleep, it obviously didn’t deter the person and they rang back! So I answered it. K was on the other end. I have not spoken to him in… months and months and months, in fact I tried hitting on him once and he totally rejected me (surprise!). So anyway, he called me and asks me how I am, what I was doing, I was like… Its 7am I’m sleeping leave me alone (I’m not a morning person). He tells me to come around; again I was like ‘why’? He said because he was bored. This was annoying me. I told him I would come around just to piss him off and hung up. I was already awake so I got up and looked at some porn – the house was empty for some reason. So he calls back 20 mins later asking where I was, and I told him I don’t really know why you have just started talking to me again and you have woken me up for no reason, and you still have not given me a reason why you want me to come and see you (knowing full well what he wanted). He said don’t worry about it then, and I said okay ill come and see you.
So I did. He was still smashed from the night before, and I figured it was going to be something like come down sex that he was after. I would have said yes anyway, but all he had to do was ask. So I fcuked him senseless. It was good sex, really. He loved it so he told me. So after we finished I waited for him to fall asleep, got dressed, went to get my keys off the dinner table and bumped into his flat mate as I was leaving (he was just coming home), he asked what I was doing, said I came to visit K, he asked if he was ok, I said he was great, he smiled, I smiled we kissed then I fucked him over the dinner table.
This time I really did get my car keys and leave.
One of the bitches gave me a cold sore too. I’m not impressed. I still feel queasy.

We went house hunting on Saturday morning; we started at 9 and finished at 230. Saw some really ratty places, we liked the second one in Isabella Plains, but the real-estate agent was like we take rent monthly, and its due straight up. We’re like yes that’s fine, left and threw the application away. There was one place in Phillip, that was right across from Woden Plaza, like 2 mins walk, but I would not have let my rats live there, we walked straight out.
The place that we did like was in Erindale. It had a really warm, nice feel about it. Big enough (no where near as big as the place we are in at the moment) but a nice size none the less. So I faxed our details and the application off this morning, and they have been ringing everyone that we put down as references, not 2 hours after we applied, so fingers and toes on that one Sharon.

That is more or less it.

I want to go home and sleep some more but I have a stupid meeting that was so carelessly booked for 1630 this arvo.
*sigh*

Song for the day is: The fine Young Cannibals – She Drives Me Crazy

LPH