Kissy Clingy huggy
My boobs are huge these past few days. Ok, for the last month my bra's have been dealing with some serious boobal overstuffage. Last night I got up more than a few times to pee and pee and pee.
My boobal area is better, but still bigger than I would like them to be.
I want to smoke really bad and I haven't for a few weeks.
I'm a rather oral person, if you hadn't noticed. When it's not food I want, it's smokes. Something to drink. Something to suck.
Which I enjoy too much and don't do nearly enough of playing around with him. And lately, I don't think he's wanted me as much. I guess that's ok. Or it should be ok. It's not like I'm all that great as it is.
I don't have much to write these days, especially not today. Depressed. In a bad mood.
Child is driving me bezerk. "Mom?" "Mom?" "Mom?"
He's driving me Bezerk. I hate it when those men people are so standoffish. I must be to cuddly or clingy or whatever. It's a curse.
The curse of the clingy people. I tend to be a grabber. I suppose that probably bugs. But it's a thing. I like to touch. Love it in fact. I'm that kind of kissy huggy kind of girl.
Hey you're missin out people.