So much for a fucking day off. Just spent two hours cleaning the damn kitchen.
Remembered I have an $80 Medicare receipt to cash in, and get paid Monday. So bills, then I’m going to get my necklace fixed.
Tomorrow (Sunday) my grandparents are coming to visit on their way back from a memorial service in Brisbane. Just a cup of tea and to see what I’ve been doing.
Dying my hair. I bleached the black semi-permanent off (only about 7cm) and am dying the ‘roots’ dark copper. If it looks awful I’m just going to dye it all permanent dark brown. My poor, poor scalp.
Boring post warning!
Last Wednesday morning at about 3am, A’s granddad died. The funeral is in Sydney and since A’s working there this week I’m alone til Thursday when I fly down to attend the funeral Friday.
We’re both rather upset, obviously, despite it taking a while to sink into my thick skull. I had a lot to do Wednesday and was fine, then Thursday night I realised that he was dead and I bawled for ages.
Today I’m going to have a day off, do nothing, and just chill out. The rest of the week will be cleaning and tidying and altering my dress for the funeral (I’m wearing a black lace dress that goes just past my knees, stockings or tights, ballet flats, and either a red scarf/shawl or black cardigan) and then packing. I’ll also be making something for the weekend (if we go to visit my grandparents on the way to Chaos’ girls weekend) and relaxing with baths, a mani/pedi, a facial, early nights and gym visits. I’d like to look refreshed and nice for meeting the other half of A’s extended family. I’ve got diet shakes to have in an attempt to lose some weight and will be going to the gym or walking the dogs most days. Healthy eating as well, lots of chicken and vegies and water. I wanted to get my rose gold necklace fixed but don’t think I have the time or money.
exactly.
Ok let’s pause. Sex is not inherently some deep experience. It can be but it’s not required.
Let’s cut out the nonsense. No one can decide what sex is for everybody else.
Yes, its the height of arrogance to…
Sex is Sex. I’ve had soul-rocking, heart combining sex, I’ve had heart breaking sex, I’ve meaninglessly fucked…Sex is sex, nothing more than you make it.
+1 on it is what you make it. There’s recreational sex for everyday and random people, and romantic sex for reconnecting with someone you love.
(Source: raysymone)

