Flush

Today I pushed around furniture.

Made a new home in my kitchen for some of the rockin' things I got for Christmas.

Percy Mayfield Loose Lips came on one of my Pandora stations and briefly filled my head with thoughts of oral sex. Not that it takes much to fill my head with thoughts of sex of any kind.

Bundled the bed up all warm and inviting with freshly washed sheets and blankets.

Bedroom is kinda small so the bed is shoved up into the corner to make more floor space.

Making the bed is a pain in the ass.

I was working out this grand theory on the positioning of the bed in the room and also where people sleep in it as a reflection of the health of relationships. It was actually fairly interesting..in my head. Went to type it out here and decided it really probably wasn't that interesting to anyone else.

Whatev.

And in case you were wondering (because I know you were) my monthly gushing forth of blood is winding down. It skipped a month as it tends to do now and again and has been making up for lost time.

Without getting too new age super spacey my mojo is back in whack: It feels...better.

Like there is some kind of bad juju that got built up and needed to be flushed out.

Change the oil.

Starting to feel like am settling into the new year/semester 'here I go again on my own' Whitesnake style routine.

Only then it strikes me despite geographical technicalities am far from on my own.

I feel very supported and accepted.

I feel very warm and loved.

I feel...partnered.

Feels pretty fucking nice.

Word to Boyfriend. Thanks for putting up with me.

I like you lots.

Come on up and see me sometime, hot stuff.