Random thoughts

Tomorrow is The Ex’s birthday. Tuesday is my birthday. Then, the following Saturday would have marked 23 years we’d been together.

I’m ok with tomorrow. Doesn’t bother me that it’s his day. Plus, I have a date with the handsome flyboy.

Tuesday I’m struggling with. For reasons I’ll set out later after I overthink the shit out of them.

Next Saturday, the 14th, oddly, isn’t bothering me much either. Which is odd. Because I thought it might.

The three dates together is mildly annoying because I almost feel like my day is bookended with bullshit.

Things at work took an unexpected turn this week that is best described as it’s about fucking time someone took notice of the shit I do around here and pays me what I’m worth. 

Yesterday, after our motorcycle ride, I took off the helmet and sat it on the bike seat.  Flyboy said “you should just hang onto that for next time.”  Clearly implying a next time. swoon

Finally, sexual frustration is a thing. A very real, very frustrating, thing. Like, seriously, it has me pissed about why that floor is on the fucking floor right now.