is pajama day here in the house. The sad thing about that, pajama day isn't actually taking place only in the house. I have left my house now twice and haven't shed the jammies yet. It would be okay if they matched but I am wearing a pink shirt with blue spotted bottoms.
And I don't give a flying fart in space if I end up on someone's Facebook with the caption "Oh my lord!" LOL
So it hit me today that since turning 32 I have become a lot flirtier. Yeah I know it's been only a week but damn. I'm thinking things about people that even I think are too risque for me. I'm flirting with guys both on and off the computer and I'm not shy about it.
Is this what a mid life crisis feels like? Is this how one begins? I know men do shit like buy shiny new sports cars and probably leave their wives for that seasons younger model but what do women do and specifically, what do women who are alone do?
I can't go out and buy a shiny new car, believe me, if I could you would not be seeing me all over Facebook and twitter. I'd be out living. Hell I might even take my kids to a park somewhere far away. If I had a man, hell you wouldn't see me on Facebook either cause new model or not I'm feeling like I might not've unchained him from the bed all day. yes, it's like that.
I don't know and I can't help it. I was listening to Rhianna's "What's my name?" last night and Drake's line about the square root of 69 and the things they could do in 20 minutes... I could help that man figure out all sorts of square roots for 69. Triangles, rhombuses, circles, trapezoids, the list can go on for days and I can tell you... that's exactly how long it would go on... screw 20 minutes... Rhianna might take 20 minutes but my days of trying to reach the golden flag and having the shit be over in under 30 minutes... DONE with a capitol. Hell no, I want more and I want it now.
Hehe this is so not an appropriate blog... I'm a bad girl and I know it but at this precise moment I can neither help it, nor do I want to. I have been a good girl for thirty some odd years and I am tired of it. I want to be bad. I want to have sex in the back of a car, I want to fog up some windows, I want someone to walk into a room and drag me to him and kiss me. My buddy Shawna asked a random question on her profile, "What do you want?" I'm pretty sure she wasn't actually asking what people wanted, but I was drunk that night and I answered, "To be screwed until I don't know my own nationality." That's about right. I want someone to hold me and do things to me that may or may not end with me speaking in tongues and twitching....
Do you know what it's like to have a small Waiting to Exhale moment around every near hot guy you see? Do you know what it's like to see a picture of a guy and his fingers and imagine what those fingers could do??
Please God tell me this is menopause or something cause it cannot continue. I am already crazy, can you imagine just how far off the cliff this would push me. I'm thinking the coyote in the road runner cartoons... It's gotta change. I can't even read one of my romance novels. I want to write on my story but at the moment, I'm thinking the main female character would attack the main male character and it would last for pages...
Ah... it'll pass... at least I hope it will. I'm so jumpy I'm annoying myself.
In other news, My kids keep seeing the adverts for the Lion King in 3D and they have no interest in going to see it. I mean gah!! WTF? My kids have no knowledge of who Mufasa was, they only know Timon and Pumbaa, and they think the story started with Lion King 1½... My poor, poor deprived kids... They know not how they hurt my inner child.
well, I guess I'll go write a little. If when my book comes out and it's not available in the young adult section, you'll know why.
More scattered thoughts to come later! Ciao!
