in lust we trust

"no teasing you waited long enough. go deep i’mma throw it at ya can’t catch it. don’t hold back you know i like it ruff. know i’m feeling you huh. know you liking it huh. so why you standing over there with ya clothes on? baby strip down for me. go on take ‘em off. don’t worry baby. i’mma meet you half way cause i know you wanna see me. "

!!!!!!!!! procrastination

Cleaning. Big plans. No energy. That's how I roll. I just want this space to be a haven where I am always comfortable and safe. I also want a REEL BED. this air mattress is a cunt. a vicious, malicious cunt.

I need to start working on my portfolio, and Joe painted over the canvas I started. I know it's not really a big deal, but I can't help but feel discouraged. I need to be a lot harder on myself. A LOT.

I know this blog is boringly personal, THANX CLEMZ. But it really helps to display my inner monologues on an unbiased platform. It really helps me evaluate Current Eventz. As well as document my fixation for material possessions in a way that I find aesthetically pleasing.

oh yeah and I am true to my word Baby Clementine - dis onez for you:

magnificent paranoia blanket wrap

Okay so I should be sleeping, but I had this overpriced chocolate-caffeine-sugarfest of a beverage rather late at night and now I can't stop my mind from flashing motivating images that make me all fidgety. I'm kind of liking that Jon Hamm's been showing up in absolutely everything. I mean, even if he does portray assholes most of the time, he's so damn pretty. It just doesn't even matter anymore.

Ferret is doin' well. He's cuddly and sassy and adorable. Even the meanest person in the world would melt for his cuteness. Unfortunately, he is not potty trained. And, after further informing myself, I have figured out that I need to purchase a second litterbox. A bigger one. On the bright side, he only ever does Bidness inside his cage, not all ovah my bedroom. Which is awesome. On the down side... he seems to have mistaken his litter box for a second bed. So he doesn't poop in it. In fact, I caught him taking a piss/dump in his MotherFucken Food Bowl... because he was trying to *avoid* doing so in his litterbox. Aaaaand all this right after I'm done cleaning the cage until it is OCD Pristine. So part of me is all "UGH BRO. yo, it's your problem anyway, I ain't the one who just took a large shit in my meal for the day." but then the mother under my skin is all "OH HEAVENS! NO CHYLD O' MINE IS HAVING DOOKIE FOR DIN-DINS!" ... so yeah, not hard to figure out which side won that one. But Lord Ezra Cutiebuns the First is worff it. 

I need to shake this wave of lazy and do something productive with mai lyfe. In other news, oh heyyyyyy whaddaya know. More Material Possessions for me to Lust Over Obsessively. Shopahoooooolic, Broke Foreverrrrrrrr: