This post contains adult content. Because it’s Tuesday.
I. Getting Off On It
It was weird to start off the week misbehaving, but I am certainly not one to let a little three day weekend get between me and my regularly scheduled mischief. After the usual Tuesday work and erranding, I gave a nod to the stack of bills that need to be mailed out, ambivalently eyed the copy of the sutras I am supposed to finish by this weekend but have barely started (why I am I resisting the readings for this training with ever fiber of my being?), and went out to spend the rest of the gift certificates from my birthday.
See? Shoes, yes, but this is the expensive pedicure. I do a better job myself.
There were shoes involved, of course: delicate, girly flip-flops that make me smile. There was also a purchase of funky embroidered tank tops (one in orange!) from the girls’ department at Old Navy.
I have written about this before; I am always a little conflicted about getting stuff from the kids’ department. But f that. Yes, I kind of get off on being small enough to get stuff from the kids’ department, and as long everything fits and I’m not decking myself out in Hello Kitty and Underoos*, there is nothing wrong with this.
II. Getting Off Of It
This picture of the newly planted garden has nothing to do with the post. But, yay garden! Tomatoes, peppers, cucumber, and zucchini.
Sometimes I have bad ideas. Recent bad ideas include the “vintage” bedroom furniture that is tiny and loud and leaves splinters all over my clothes, and hormonal birth control**. Let me state for the record: What the hell was I thinking? Knowing my sensitivity to drugs and hormones, what on earth made me think this was a good idea? I intentionally did not look up side effects before I went on it because I am suggestible, but tonight I did, only to find out that I have had most of them, from thinning hair to a distended gut to low libido and other issues related to adult misbehaving. The only ones I didn’t have were the mood swings and irritability, or maybe I did, but who could tell? Ha.
So, after two months of unpleasantness, on Saturday I decided to get off the stuff. Now I’m just waiting for the side effects to subside, and musing on the irony of birth control that makes one less attractive and causes sex to be incredibly uncomfortable. No wonder it is so effective.
III. Getting Off On Me
I have been cautious about sharing the rest of the photos from the Atomic Cheesecake shoot with people I know, but I did send the link on to a dear old friend. He has long been one of the safe people in my life, a twenty year friendship that has always had a cousinly feel to it. This was his evaluation of the pics:
Holy shit. Is it weird to admit to one of your oldest, established friends that she has turned into a righteous babe and her [pics] are hotter than the surface of the sun? ‘Cause it feels weird. It was a little uncomfortable, actually. I could barely bring myself to masturbate to them a second time.
Thanks, man. Take a nap and give it a few hours. Now that’s a happy ending to a Misbehaving Tuesday.
*1. Why aren’t there still Underoos? 2. Why aren’t there Underoos for adults? I had C-3PO Underoos when I was five, and I would like to have them back, please.
**Did this just come out “birthday control?” Yes it did.
