One day in, and I blew it already. I got home from the fruit last nite, and found Psycho Momia watch a docudrama on the Zodiac, and got completely sucked in. Good flick from what I saw of it. Great job of keeping in the 70’s.
I have some deeper thoughts, but they ain’t ready yet. Maybe later this week.
I’ll leave you a quote from the oldest on Friday night:
“Dada, my yoni has an arm.”
Brr….
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Frustration. It seems to be a consistent thing in my world. Everything has to wait for something else to happen.
Right now it’s a very particular kind of frustration – one that leaves a feeling like molten lead has been poured into your gonads. Not on them, but in them. A burning ache, deep within that can only be cured by hours of unbridled, wanton, tear down the walls, knock furniture over, messy, sweaty, tenderly violent sex fucking. We ain’t talkin’ bout roses and wine here. Blackberry brambles and whiskey is a more apt metaphor, I think.
I have been left alone for the rest of the afternoon after a morning filled with stolen kisses, innuendoes, dirty thoughts, innocent poses that become delightfully perverted imaginings, quickly executed, but deeply felt mutual groping, and smoldering looks that can only mean one thing – I want you, and I want you NOW!
Mixed thoroughly with “dada, want sometin!” and “Mama, look at this!” from the dedicated duo of Destruction.
Naturally, with the perverse nature of Life, Psycho-Momia has a doctors appointment this afternoon, and has to work at the crack of dawn tomorrow. I have to work tonight until late (midnight-ish). And I’m working most of the day tomorrow. Sigh. What’s a horny Tattooed Dad to do?
I think the word for today is Fleshlight!
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It’s the doldrums. Nothing much is happening, yet many things are.
Like the tenant swap has happened, but not much has come of it yet.
The new job has begun, but not much has come of it yet. I know it will take a while to get into the roll of it, but I want to be a superstar, and NOW!
Like a doctor on vacation, I got no patience.
Psycho-Momia just keeps going, but there are times that I wonder if she as sure of our decisions as she seems.
I’ve come to realize that life with kids isn’t a bundle of great moments that make easy post fodder – it usually takes someone else to point out funny or amazing things about the girls.
Still working on The upcoming endeavour, but if you want to have a looksee, go ahead. Let me know what you think in the comments…..
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