I'm going to attempt to write this on my phone; sure don't know why Google and their billions can't spend a little money on blogger and the app...
It's just...I don't know...I'm mad about everything that pops into my messed up little head.
I'm mad that I've been lazy and didn't do the dishes...he ended up doing them.
I mad because I pick up toys, only to find new ones have taken their place.
Mad that he told me to put in the glass plug -that feels like Mt. Everest- last night. Oh but, it wasn't just because he told me to put it in that has me mad...when I had the thing more than half way in, he comes in the room, "What are you doing?" As if it wasn't obvious! I explained that I was trying to get the damn thing in my ass, at which point he tells me he was joking, I could have just put in the black one. Never mind that he took it out and fucked my ass before he crammed the damn thing all the way in, and then fucked my pussy (which was totally hot, btw), but I'm still mad about the "just kidding" part!
I'm mad at the wind blowing my hair, and the commercials on TV, and...that I keep forgetting things he has asked me to do, and he doesn't seem to care.
I'm mad that I have to figure out how to actually talk to him about how I feel--apparently, the blog isn't the place to do it, or even start a conversation. Seriously, this is going to take years to figure out...
Not to mention my past that keeps fucking with my present...fucking asshole dad.
So, yeah, just a little pissy today...