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tiamatladyExcellent Article.
Why I hate to complain. Also, Why I don't want any more responsibility.
*shudder*
I won't work those kinds of hours.
I pity any man who gets involved with me (besides the obvious reasons)
I WILL expect him to cook meals, for himself AND me, pack me lunches, clean the house, pick up after me, stroke my ego, bend himself to my whims and have blisteringly hot, explosive sex EVERY time I ask, just to watch me roll over and go to sleep directly afterwards. Yes, sex as Dramamine. Or rather, orgasms.
Actually - that's not such a bad thing, is it?
(Seriously, theat mood when I get home? Yes dear doesn't even cover it!)
OK off to get gas then go to bed. I can't even spell right, everything is blurring together. I did have meat for dinner. And I plan on a pot of tea from bed, while watching something nice.
Why I hate to complain. Also, Why I don't want any more responsibility.
*shudder*
I won't work those kinds of hours.
I pity any man who gets involved with me (besides the obvious reasons)
I WILL expect him to cook meals, for himself AND me, pack me lunches, clean the house, pick up after me, stroke my ego, bend himself to my whims and have blisteringly hot, explosive sex EVERY time I ask, just to watch me roll over and go to sleep directly afterwards. Yes, sex as Dramamine. Or rather, orgasms.
Actually - that's not such a bad thing, is it?
(Seriously, theat mood when I get home? Yes dear doesn't even cover it!)
OK off to get gas then go to bed. I can't even spell right, everything is blurring together. I did have meat for dinner. And I plan on a pot of tea from bed, while watching something nice.
