I spent a large part of my day cleaning an exhaust fan cover with a toothpick. Yes, my dear readers that can mean only one thing….I’m expecting guests.
And after angsting about it for a week and coming to two different decisions on two different days, I finally made the decision to add my boss to the list of invitees to the bbq. This will mean that the house will have to be vanilla-ized between now and Sunday lunchtime.
So the KY gel on the hallway table, the cage in the living room, the buttplugs and dildo in the bathroom and the St. Andrews cross that is the focal feature of the garden will all need to be suitably hidden. Yeah, the sacrifices one must make for guests.
But actually I’m looking forward to having people over – which is a rarity for me. I’m hoping that talking to different people will help me get out of the funk and will give me something else to put my mind on
In other clean news, I’d like to announce that I’ve been clean for five straight days. Five days that featured no bingeing* , wearing different clothes to work and attempting to be more positive about life in general. I’ve even got myself a calendar and a big, fat marker pen so I can cross off each day of ‘clean living’ to give myself some incentive. (Yes, I’m also the sort of person who is also motivated by gold stars.)
One day at a time baby.
I’ve had a distinct lack of butt plugs and ass-fucking with Mr Pink this week which I think has also contributed to my generally better mental health situation. I mean, we all know that LOPUMAs (lumps of plastic up my ass) give me a SAD, so a day without a LOPUMA is a good day in my books.
Another thing that has contributed to my positive feelings is that I’ve had a slight run on getting freebie stuff. The frugal gene in me LOVES freebie stuff so it’s very cosmically soothing to get:
A free block of chocolate waiting for me in the mailbox
A free mars bar…or five. We bought ten and got five free ones in return
And I grew a ‘free’ tomato
(I’ll just conveniently forget that I spent at least $200 on assorted soil, fertilizer, shade cloth and seeds and all I got out of it was a two centimetre high funky tomato and some stunted lettuce.)
All we need now is some free money. Mmm…now that would cheer me up.
* I have to use this spelling because I just can’t cope with spelling it like ‘binging’.