more than tuesdays.
but not that much more.

my hunny bunny had a big test today so i got up earlier than usual to make him breakfast. there may have been a blow job for good luck somewhere in there. i'm like the bestest girlfrance ever. for seriousness.

after he left i pranced around in my underoos trying to figure out what to wear. i tell ya, it really is a process. i have to get a feel for what kind of mood i'm in, how stable i think it's gonna be, how much walking i'm gonna be doing, what i'm doing once classes are over. it's complicated man.

i ended up going with the hooters shirt and denim skirt. the hooters shirt is just cute as hell and the skirt was for easy access. *nudge nudge, wink wink*

got to campus a little bit before 9 so i could see J when he got done with his test. he stayed after to get it graded cause baby jesus would weep if he didn't know what he got right then and there. aaaaaand he got an A! my hunny bunny's so smart. he wasn't too happy with what i was wearing though. when he saw me he gave me the evil eye.
"you don't think that skirt is a little short?"

"what are you talking about? i wear this all the time and you never complain."

"yeah, cause you put it on, we fuck and then you put on something else."

"we can still fuck i'm just not gonna go back home and change. besides, i have boyshorts on under it. it's not like i'm showing the world my goodies."

"whatever. i'm not arguing with you today."

"psh. whatever."

so, he walked me to my class or whatever and that big bitch wouldn't give me no kisses when he left. i was really distraught by that. i deserve those kisses. i got up at 6am to make a freakin omelette for his punk ass.

anyhoos, when that class was over, he was waiting for me. i think he just didn't want me to walk by myself wearing that skirt and having guys ogle at me. we ended up going to a spot on campus for lunch. i wanted a grilled ham and cheese sammich but the dude that makes it the way i like it wasn't there so i just got some yogurt and a water. J gave me the evil eye for that too. he may not have liked what i was wearing but that didn't stop his little hands from roaming up my skirt. jerkass.

after lunch we parted ways for our next class and then met up again at my session. yeah, he's all involved and shit now. i don't like it but it's probably not as bad as i like to believe it is. we did a version of the world of feelings. instead of it being about relationship problems, it was directed at the whole bulimia thing. i was highly annoyed by that lady constantly telling J what a good job he was doing. i wanted her to burst into flames and watch her flesh melt slowly off her bones. have i ever mentioned how much i hate her?

after an hour and 15 minutes of that bullshit, we came home to the pisshappy doggie. while we were walking her, we saw a couple playing with their little girl. she had to be like one or two. she had the cutest little pigtails with little ribbons on them. she was eating a grape(?) popsicle so she had this little purple ring around her mouth and stains all over her cute little hello kitty shirt. i slapped J in the arm and whined "I want one of those! Why can't we have one now?"

that bitch just laughed at me, "cause you'll change your mind tomorrow. kthanksbye." and walked ahead with maya. he could've just said "cause you'll change your mind tomorrow". he didn't have to steal my phrase. stank ass lil boy.

we stopped by the neighbor's to catch up since he went home for the weekend and stuff. he told us he got unbelievably drunk and he's swearing off alcohol for the rest of his life and then gave us all the liquor and beer he had. he'll be up here rummaging through the cabinets trying to reclaim that shit by thursday.

i thought J was over the whole short skirt thing but when we came back in the apartment, that boy bent me over, smacked my ass, and apparently i said i wouldn't wear it out again.

he owns me my hoo-hoo.

after a long semi-eventful day, we snuggled up on the couch and watched prison break and 24. i just made him go to DQ to get me a strawberry shake. it's my latest must-have or i will throw a tantrum.

i'm special like that.

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