The problem with the new boy is that he lives on the east coast while I am a left coaster. The time difference really sucks as he waits for me to wake up in the mornings and in the evenings, I’m just kind of getting things started with my evening and he’s going to bed.
Trust me it sucks.
He lives with his family, with which I have no problems other than what they’re going to think when they find out their 24-year-old son is dating a woman that is 42 years old.
I asked him yesterday about what he’s going to say to his family when he comes out here to visit and he said, “I’m going to tell them that I am going to Oregon to visit a female friend and visit schools.”
I’m sure that’s going to go over without any questions.
My other boys expressed a little bit of jealousy over the new boy and that lets me know that their needs are not being met.
So, it’s taken me about a week to get things right with the two of them and how I split my time. It’s easy to give a lot of time to the new boy because we are still getting to know each other and everything is so new and fresh.
But, I can see where I screwed up.
I’d like to say that things are perfect in my love life, but I know that as soon as you say something like that, something happens.
Maybe it’ll be something good.
I am at work right now and my client just fell asleep so I did a little bit of Spanish homework and I am blogging to you amazing people.
I have also taking an ASL class, and I’ve been going back to facilitating the support group for those in recovery from their mental illness.
Like I believe that I said earlier, I am finding that if I stay busy enough, I don’t seek out those dangerous behaviors that happen so quickly when I’m manic.
Which by the way, doesn’t seem to come in an episode form anymore. It’s just there. Always.
The ASL class is very fun. The guy that is the “teacher” is deaf and from Jamaica. I wonder if he has an accent when he signs.
He probably does.
He makes it fun and easy to learn. We’ve been learning more than just the pleasantries. He taught us all the different ways to tell someone to fuck off. He taught us all the ways to say that I enjoy sex.
I’ve been going with a co-worker and it’s been cool to hang out with her outside of work. Even if all we talked about was work. She’s a cool girl.
Oh so, let me go back a little bit to the support group…
First off, let me say that for the end of summertime and beginning of fall, there are a lot of people in the group. Usually the numbers rise in the dead of winter when it’s all dark and gloomy and people get depressed. That’s the way that it’s always been.
This group is huge. Probably around 13-15 people every meeting. It takes a long time to go around the group and have everyone check in and tell us about how their week has gone. It seems like we rarely have time at the end of group to talk about any issues that someone may be having.
Plus, I leave 20 minutes early so that I can make it to Spanish class.
There is a woman that goes to the group that is always in tears and I think that she’s more in crisis mode than in recovery but the guy that took the group over when I got burned out, has obviously allowed her to come and I don’t think that it’s a good fit.
She seems to cry and get triggered by a lot of things that people say, which makes her shout things out and then leave group in a very dramatic way.
There is also this guy in the group that talks about the same thing every single week.
That’s something that I can’t handle very well.
People that repeat themselves or people that can’t seem to get over something. He’s also one of those annoying people that is always searching for advice but never even listens to the advice that people are giving him.
I don’t believe that he belongs in our group either. I think that he’s there because he’s been kicked out of every other group that he’s been in.
I didn’t make it to group on Monday because of the whole car issue and I didn’t make it to ASL, Spanish, yoga, sewing group or anything extracurricular all week. I have gotten out of my groove and it’s mostly due to car troubles.
I didn’t make it to ASL on Sunday because I just didn’t feel like going. I should have ridden my bike down there because it was a very nice afternoon but I wanted to stay home and smoke weed because I love my stoner weekends.
I have been struggling with my weight. And, no, it’s not a munchies thing.
I seem to lose and gain the same ten pounds and it really sucks. I don’t need to jump on the scale to see how much weight I have gained or loss because I can totally tell in how my clothes fit.
I’m totally a binge eater.
And, I binge on good, clean food but I still eat it without even realizing that I am eating.
Or I eat it, full on knowing that I am not hungry and I don’t need to be eating but I do it anyways.
It’s annoying but I can’t seem to stop.
I really need to go to this overeaters support group tomorrow morning and see what they have to offer as far as support. It’s also a group for under eaters which I think is not so awesome but I don’t know the dynamic of the group so it’s not fair to make judgments.
I wish that my employer would come home early so that I could go and spend some money buying panties. The new boy, is still buying my panties and socks and I’ve accumulated some money and I told him that I would buy new panties and socks with the money that he’s sent to me.
He likes to sniff the socks and panties. He wears the panties and wears the socks on his hands. He loves to rub his cock with socked hands. And, he also likes to wear layers of socks on his hands as he rubs himself and he sniffs them.
I’m not one to knock fetishes so I’ll just leave that right there.
It would also be nice to go home early so that I can find something to eat and smoke some weed.
If she comes home at the “regular” time then I will still have some time to eat and smoke weed but there won’t be time for panty shopping.
Which maybe I should wait anyways. I have some panties that I ordered from Amazon that have been delivered today and I also have some that I will go and pick up at the store on Friday.
I’ve really tried to get back to posting on my Tumblr every day but it’s hard.
Well, I wouldn’t say that it’s hard but I’ve been wearing repeats of panties because there’s been a gentleman from New York that’s been buying a shit load of my panties so I’ve been wearing pairs that I’ve already worn and then sending them to him.
I have stack of new ones that men have sent to me and I’ve barely worked through that pile.
Oh, and Snapchat has seriously gone to shit and well, I got banned from Instagram
And, Tumblr has decided to change my blog to NSFW and now people can’t see my blog unless they’re signed into their account. That really sucks.
I have almost 3,000 followers on Tumblr and I’ve been thinking of what I can do to celebrate those 3,000 followers that I have collected in the past two years.
I was kind of thinking of posting a face pic for like an hour.
But, I also don’t want to do that for obvious reasons.
For my first 1,000 followers, I posted a rare titty picture.
For my first 2,000 followers, I posted an asshole picture.
What to do for 3,000…
Any ideas out there?