Wanted: Sinners.

So I have decided that this weekend I want to engorge myself in all of the 7 deadly sins. And I would like you to do it with me. Are you up for it?

P.S. what are the 7 deadly sins?

Oi Vey!

Oh and the other thing that isn’t helping is that the most searched item from my blog is Eyes Wide Open, so anytime I scroll down on my dashboard that’s what I see…Not encouraging… so here is my plea to all of you readers search a different tag… here’s three marvelous options that will boost Eyes right out of there…Sleeping with the friend–Black Pepper–Visual Affects–and another for luck Product Placement….search away!

How lame.

It’s official. I love my bed more than just about any other inanimate object in the world. This past week I could have laid in bed forever on any given day. I think it’s a combination of quite a few things. The first is that the sun doesn’t shine in my room to wake me up anymore. The second is that I started engulfing myself in my two pillows making a very comfy sleeping spot in which I am getting pseudo spooned (insert sad face here). Depression could fall in third. If there is a fourth, it would have to be lack of motivation to go to work (maybe that should be first). Fifth could potentially be me cutting back on my “Snooze” time–by which I mean I used to hit the snooze button about 5 times giving me a half hour of semi-consciousness…now i set my alarm to go off 15 minutes later thus I hit the snooze button 2 or 3 times and only have about 15 minutes of semi-conscious delirium.

But alas life must go on so I get up and get my ass to work. Sadly enough.

Okay pardon the interruption but something keeps happening that is just utterly pissing me off–to give you the full story I need to introduce Mr. Snuggles. Mr. Snuggles is my oil-filled space heater. I love him dearly (though not as much as my pseudo spooning bed.) In order for Mr. Snuggles to work properly my door must remain closed. Simple right? Not when you’ve got a baby for a dog. He MUST and I mean MUST open a door if it’s closed. Just to check and see if you are there. He just blows right into the door and it swings open, he looks at you for a brief second or two, then turns around and runs down the hallway to get into other mischief. Meanwhile that sudden burst of the door suctions all heat out of my room and then he obviously doesn’t have the courtesy to close the door when he’s done checking up on me so the heat doesn’t rebuild…. Sometimes he just plain pisses me off. Though I’m in a mood tonight where that is generally easy—well that seems to be my mood this week. Only 2 more days.

If ever I’ve needed someone to relieve my stress, I would like them to enter now. (stage left preferably, that’s my lucky side)

Well before I blab on about stupid depressing What ifs and Whens….I’m going to bed. And shitty me still hasn’t changed out of my work clothes so I still have to muster up some form of energy to get out of bed and change.

My love for my 8.

I really love my 8-ball. I really hate the truth.

I just wanted to spoon with Eyes Wide Open.

I want to be held, feel cared for-even if it’s not real. I want to feel it. I miss it.

I texted him late/afternoon early evening with a goofy pick-up line… just being playful. “Excuse me, uhm. I seem to have lost my teddy bear. Can I sleep with you tonight?”

He never replied. This sucks.

It almost seems that I miss my ex more each time I think of him, which is becoming more frequent.  I just catch myself wanting to make references to certain things we and our friends used to joke about. Or I’ll make a playful pouty face like we used to do… ::SIGH:: I am over him, i just miss the feelings of what we had. And the truth is I have no prospective boy toys in the mist. I’ll be single for a while. And I was/am fine with that, as long as I get supplemental cuddle times–which seem to have ceased.

So what to do? I asked my trustee 8-ball… and my 8-ball concluded that he is/did in fact think about me tonight, however his isn’t going to reply to my text, or call me.  I am too scared to ask if I should try to contact him again first…Maybe I’ll grow those balls tomorrow. :-\

I appreciate my 8-ball’s honesty but it doesn’t hold me tight at night (well at any time really, but i miss it mostly at night).

Sweet Dreams. Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day.