Not Too Bad

Thing always turn out better then how you expect them to be. I cancelled on Dr. Seuss today, because I woke up with my lungs aching like crazy. For a fraction of a second, my mind went, ‘shit, tuberculosis!’, but of course it wasn’t. They were fine after a good long nap, from which Chris woke me up with when he called.

I met him late in the afternoon, and I felt like cocktail hour by the pool. I had wanted to purchase a new bikini before I met him, so we could do just that, but was already running a little late. We ended up going shopping for one. Sugar daddies are quite a-lot of fun, they take care of you, and you feel a great deal less handicapped with the extra cash and the knowledge that (at least for the moment) should you really need something, you’re not stranded. But then again, like I always believe, you’re stupid to even dare to attempt to believe that you can depend on anyone yourself and your parents aside. Although this has been proven incorrect by a couple of people I know, Martine being one of them. Only in his case, the dependency is not for me to have, but for Liz.

He apologized for being rather stand-offish the past week, because of everything that’s been happening with Liz and her family situation, and I nearly sighed (with relief) audibly, because I had been feeling guilty when I told him I really adored him while knowing that I’d not care too much while Ethan was with me. But of course no one’s kidding anyone; he doesn’t think about me when Liz is around either. Of course that was not just it. There was Jan… whom I cannot stop thinking about. (My mind goes, ‘oh my god, hot, hot, hot.’ He is so gorgeous, with a voice that is so sexy, I swear nothing with a cunt can resist) Then Chris. Whom I would have spent the night with, if tomorrow wasn’t turning out to be so hectic.

I have a very messy shoot with Dee tomorrow (think gold paint), before which I have to pack my shit, and after which I probably have to shower (quite a big deal when you’re covered in body paint. I am sill hoping to acquire a bronzer as an alternative. Something I should have done earlier), then pick Ethan at the airport, with the girlfriend, her ex (we’re all still very good pals) and my little sister. I suppose this is what makes the difference between just-another-love-affair and someone you think you’re going to try to be serious about. You make it a family orientated event and tag a sibling along.

My mom insists on having dinner with them, so I suppose I’ll have to bring them somewhere nice. Probably Japanese food, or Thai. I’ve been quite into both lately, and also, for some strange reason, toasted whole-meal rolls with butter and cheese, and green apples.

My stomach feels really bad now from too much sex. Violent sex is a vice I must observe some self-control over. God-damn it. It was stellar though. Sex with Martine is of course way better, mainly because I’m so passionate for him, but he doesn’t fuck me more then once a night. I had a naughty thought today though… now what if I stuck something like say, Viagra, into his food some day, or mixed it into his tea.

Sounds like fun. He’d probably kill me though, I’m sure. *laughs*

xoxox