Knock, Knock...

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God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said ‘yes I think we’ve met before’
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across pont champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was…

Marion Milner (via blua)

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My hair smells like oranges today. And it’s still damp even though I washed it over 13 hours ago. That’s what happens when you tie it up and work like a motherfucker, I guess.

I fell down the cellar hatch today. You know that video of a woman on youtube falling down a hatch in a bar? Yeah. That was me tonight. Only I managed to save myself half way down the stairs, but I still have a bruise on my left arse cheek.

I’m starting to get sore from the aforementioned fall. Lke I’ve jerked something in my back. It’s awesome. Exactly what I need.

I haven’t had an alcoholic drink in over a week now. And I can feel it in my body. But the overwhelming urge to get as fucked up as I can is only increasing. Wahoo.

I thought about it almost all day today. I thought about his kisses, and how his hands felt, and how he brushes my hair back and just gazes at me. I thought about how when I look at him, I can see the feelings he has, I can see the emotion, and the fact he cares, but I never get it. I never get to experience it with him. Was I like that when I was 19? Does almost three years of an age gap really make that much of a difference?

I am feeling more and more every day that I’m done with this place now. That maybe it is time to move on, to somewhere new, something new. It’s figuring out what. I moved here with nothing, and now, well, I have a lot. It’s a toughy this one, it really is.

I’m rewatching Prison Break. It’s thrilling.

I’m cold, tired, and almost definately fed up. But I’ll curl up now with Tigger, and I’ll watch Prison Break until I fall asleep, and I’ll most likely think of him until I make myself angry. It’s routine y’see… And there’s nothing more than routine to drive me crazy.

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Last night I had the insatiable urge to rip clothes off of someone, and do the nasty. There and then. I don’t mean a specific someone, I mean just anyone. I would be standing taking the order from a customer, or pouring their drink, and I would be thinking about sex. To the point that I was actually making myself blush. It doesn’t help that I work with two incredibly handys men, who happen to think it funny to wind me up over the course of a night. Slight graze here, gentle grope there. One of them even had the gaul to run his fingers down the nape of my neck. And whether it be that, building up my hormones, or the fact that I was alreadyabsolutely gagging for it, but last night, I was hornier than a nympho on speed.

I’m no different today. There’s unmentionable things I want to do to someone, anyone, and the annoying thing is, I’m not the one night stand kind of girl (anymore) so it has to be him. And considering we’re not speaking at the moment, I somehow don’t see amazing, passionate, hot, dirty, frantic, fuck my brains out sex happening.

And I don’t care what you say, but when you get to this point, masturbation just does not cut it anymore.

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16:00 - 02:30 = work.
02:30 - 04:18 = chatter and banter
Now = Bed.

I’m exhausted. Like, sore eyes exhausted and achy body exhausted. But I think I got such a good dose of vitamin D today that I can’t help but be in a good mood. I’m going to sleep listening to soothing music and i’m stretched out starfish on my bed because I have it all to myself tonight. It’s all gravy, baby.

Right?