…December. One of my least favourite months for a variety of reasons:
(a) It is a shit-busy time at work (I’m pretty sure shit-busy needs a hyphen and is a legitimate word)
(b) I have a distinct lack of Christmas spirit
(c) It means January is close and therefore so is my birthday
Just on that last point, I’ve been having weird ‘getting old’ thoughts recently along the lines of, “Am I getting too old to plait my hair?” and “I’m pretty sure my turkey neck is no longer fixable.”
I still feel like I’m about 21 most of the time and while I feel it, my mirror tells me I definitely don’t look it and I feel the stares when I go shopping in Forever 21, because, well, 21 apparently isn’t forever and I’m uncomfortably close to that scary age that I always think of my mum being (although she’s past 60 and it freaks me out when I think about that too).
In other news, I’ve been doing the fasting diet thing since mid-June and I’m happy to report that I can now fit into all my thin-chick clothes that I refuse to throw out and keep in my wardrobe for those special few months that occur every few years when I lose enough weight so that I can fit into them again. These thin-chick clothes include a pair of leather pants, a leather skirt, a cheongsam bought by the one who shall remain nameless (omfg!!) and the dress I wore at my wedding reception. A very eclectic combination indeed I hear you say. Yes, well…I am a very spethial person.
Speaking of my wedding, my ex is arranging to send my wedding dress back to me from Japan. Yes, the saga of the wedding dress may soon be reaching a conclusion and I’m happy to report that I’m in a stable enough emotional state that I’m okay with it. I think I got some closure with him the last time we met because up until this point, I really couldn’t face even talking about the dress but now I’m actually arranging to send money and get that thing out of his apartment. Fuck knows what I’m going to do with though. Would I be tempted to put it on? Possibly. It’s a great dress and every girl wants to feel like a princess on more than one occasion. But that would be really weird, wouldn’t it? The voices in my head certainly say so.
Last weekend we had a new air-con installed and I had my usual panic-attack-induced cleaning splurge when I realised people were coming to the house so I cleaned the toilet and the kitchen and most of the places I thought they would need to go through to install it. I mean most of it is on the roof with just the controller in the kitchen, so my thinking was right, right?
What I didn’t think about was the fact that they would go into every room and check that the ducts were working… So there was the butt plug sitting next to my computer, the gonzo and another butt plug in the bathroom, the canes, crops and other assorted stuff in M’s bedroom, the nipple clamps and lube in my bedroom and of course the cage with its chain and cane laying on top of it in the living room. Not to mention the St Andrew’s cross in the garage which they also got a gander at when they accessed the garage to fiddle with the power.
I blushed to the depths of my pores and M’s reaction was…wait for it…”Meh.”
You’re probably wondering why there is a butt plug next to my computer. I had to put it there to remind me of how nice M is being by not making me wear it. His thought was that if I looked at it constantly I would be thankful. Yeah, thanks for making me wish that the earth would swallow me up.
I finished chapter 8 in a marathon story writing session this weekend and I’m almost at that point where I can see whether it’s going to work out and you know what that means?? Yep, we might see a chapter before the end of the year. Brace yourselves.