https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ydrtF45-y-g
Okay I'll stop singing, you can relax, no more tuneless noises. Umm the food is still staring at me waiting to be consumed.
But writing, well no blogging during the day is very satisfying, I think writing fiction is somehow more an evening thing, but by that time I'm done for the day.
Even though I'm composing this on Wednesday it will go out next week.
I'm definitely due on soon, oh actually maybe not until mid month, but damn I wish this bloatedness would go down.
I'm feeling super cranky so I've been snapping at the bothersome randoms.
T.I was the latest victim, the man brings every topic back to sex, guaranteed.
Good grief is there no substance to you? Can you not pleasantly discuss anything else?
And the nasty habit of not saying goodnight and flouncing off when he doesn't get his way, just teetered me off the edge.
Last night I called him out on it and as predicted he left. It's true though. I mean I can flirt as a distraction to the stress but hell I'm not always in the mood.
Sometimes I just want to discuss life or chitchat about food or nonsense anything else but sex.
Really are you that controlled by your hormones that normal subjects set you off??
If that's all there is to you. You're unappealing as that means you are self centred.
You only care about your needs. I can't open up about the small things, let alone the important things because you're too busy being sleazy.
It's nice to talk about everything, it shows you're a more well rounded individual.
It's like men think, if I bring it up relentlessly 10x times, she's bound to give in.
Nope just makes me more determined to re-direct the chat and then eventually block you, because there's no point to it.
Ugh it's just gone 6pmish and I've finishing cleaning, I can't make it spotless, it's too exhausting.
I just wanted to finish the bathroom and I did, Ideally would have done the floors too but if I over exert myself I'm going to strain a muscle so now I'll wait for them.
Well I'm confused, I got a missed call and no message, they can easily text or email. They notify me by text constantly.
What's annoying is the landlord has a billion different numbers, so I can never tell if it's them or not.
Then later on the door buzzed but they gave me no earthly time to answer, I'm ill, it takes me a while to get up, you would think they would know that.
It's 1.39pm, maybe that was the Postie? Maybe it's cancelled? I have no idea, last time they were more patient.
I know Eid is tomorrow so I don't know because of the celebrations and the holiday, if they are postponing all meetings.
I keep checking emails and texts but nothing. Ugh I want to eat but I don't want to be interrupted.
I'll probably wait until 5pm or 6pm maybe and then change and give up.
Part of me wanted this to be done with, the other side wanted them not to show.
But I don't want them randomly knocking either. I feel like I always need to mentally prepare for their approaches.
Stress really screws with my appetite. I need to be relaxed when I munch because that nausea just pops out of nowhere.
Ugh a wasted day, I could have slept in more, although maybe not I was fretting a bit about them showing up when I wasn't dressed properly.
And as it's men, I want to be really covered up, layers plus my oversized robe thingy.
