i think i'm out of my little funk now.
i've gotten tons and tons of hugs and kisses and penetration from my man so all is well in the wonderful world of meems.

yesterday.
J left work early so he could pick me up as soon as class was over and take me to lunch and shopping.
i love shopping. i love J, obviously more than shopping but the two don't always mesh very well.
if we're shopping for him, everything is fine cause he shops like a girl. he doesn't just grab stuff and pay for it. he puts outfits together and tries them on. if it doesn't look right on him, he's not buying it. it's quite amusing to see the looks on other guys' and girls' faces when they hear him yelling for me to come into the dressing room with him to see how something looks. i love it. what girl doesn't want her man to want to look great?

i wish he was the same way with shoes though. i swear everytime i throw away a pair of birkenstocks, three more pair invade our closet. of course he has plenty of other shoes, but those birkenstocks are the ones i absolutely abhor and can't get him to stop wearing. but i digress.

when we're shopping for me? it's a completely different story. he is so not as compliant with me as i am with him. when we hit the 45 minute mark, he'll start whining and pulling at my leg like a 5-year old.

"come oooonnn."
"i'm ready to goooo."
"are you done yet?"
"you already have a pair of those jeans."
"i'm going to the car."

if i send him out in the store to get me something in a different size, he'll come back and tell me the store doesn't have it. if i have to go get it myself, i'll take even longer just to spite him. or i'll just let him come in the dressing room and give him a handjob to shut him up.
that's always fun.

so yesterday, to keep the whining to a minimum, we set a maximum time limit of an hour for both of us. since neither of us really saw anything we wanted, we were in and out in like half an hour.

we came home and lounged around for a bit and then stayed up all night studying for tests. i liked a&p 1 so much better than i'm liking a&p 2. i got to use J as my anatomical model. it made studying fun. especially when we got to the muscles. i got to molest the man for educational purposes and i got freakin A in the class.

now there's all this physiological stuff and it makes my head want to implode. there's nothing even slightly sexually appealing about endocrine reflexes or the heart's conduction system or capillary exchange. IT'S BORING.

*****

today.
we got our first tests out of the way. J's a nerd so he's sure he aced that shit. bitch.
i'm thinking high C/low B for me. i hate putting in a lot of effort in something only to see it not pay off where it really matters. that's probably the only reason why i never got upset about almost failing that class i had last session. i know i didn't put any effort into it so i couldn't blame anyone but me. i'm subconsciously trying to sabotage myself.

after class, i didn't wanna stay around campus and wait for J to leave work so i just took a cab home, cleaned a little, took the dog out, and had myself a 6-hour long nap. 'twas lovely. when i woke up, J was making dinner.

yaaaaaaaaayyyyy.
he made grilled lobster tail, salmon, and artichokes.
i LOVE grilled lobster tail, salmon, and artichokes.
they're yummy in my tummy.

i think it's really weird how J can cook anything on the grill and it'll be absolutely delicious but if you put his ass in the kitchen, he's gonna burn some shit up. it's not a wonderful sight [or taste]. i'm the exact opposite. i can't even turn on the grill but i can throw down in the kitchen [when i feel like it].

yeah, so we had a nice little dinner then snuggled on the couch and watched BB7 [why the fuck didn't they vote Diane out?] and shared a bowl of ice cream.

now, he's lighting some candles and putting on some nookie music. bubble bath anyone? i think he's gonna try to liquor me up so he can take advantage of me. i'm all for that shit. i hope not too much in the bath though.

water's a horrible lubricant.

*****

tomorrow.
he's leaving me.
on that midnight train to georgia.
to spend the weekend with his family in knoxville.
=(

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