Another Day Ends

Today I got up when the alarms went off. Master was actually just getting back into bed when they went off. He then explained that He had called one of His supervisors and explained how His leg was really bothering Him. (It's a lovely black and green bruise on the back of His calf.) The supervisor told Him not to come in for today then because they didn't have a lot going on anyway.

So Master had today off. He told me that I should play hookey. And at first I was all like "Yeah!" cause it would be nice to get an extra day in with Him... especially since He might be sent away by His job for four days at the end of this month. But then, once I was more awake, I started thinking about it and decided that I shouldn't. A few reasons, 1) We couldn't really afford for both of us to take the day off of work unpaid. 2) My coworker was leaving at 1:30pm today and so then there would be no one to do the work. So off to work I went.

Master was disappointed to say the least. In fact He didn't seem happy with me for most of the day. (I had talked to Him a couple of times on the phone while I was at work.) But when He came to pick me up, He seemed fine.

When we got home, we ate dinner and relaxed. Right before I took my bath I asked Him if He was mad at me for not staying home. He said that He wasn't happy about it, but what could He do. And that was the end of the discussion.

It's not like He is giving me the cold shoulder or anything. It's just that on the phone, while I was at work, He was really short with me. As in the conversations were short, to the point, and that was that.

But perhaps we can figure something out to spend an extra day together soon.

Sleepy Kitten

Last night when Master and I originally went to bed, I wasn't tired. I wasn't tired because I had slept until damn near noon and we were going to bed at 11pm. We were going to bed at that time, because we both had to get up and go to work in the morning.

So I tossed and turned for a little bit. When I finally did fall asleep I woke up at least once an hour. So this morning I was dragging. Thankfully I had an energy drink, which helped until about 1pm today.Then it wore off, and regular caffeine wasn't cutting it. So I'm tired to say the least.

Work went okay today. The other clerk that helps me left at 1:30pm today and she is leaving at 2pm tomorrow. I have been there for a little over three months now and she has left work early or taken a day off damn near once a week since I started. It's aggravating.

Master was able to pick me up from work today, and I told Him about this. He told me to hang in there because they will recognize the fact that I have had perfect attendance since I started and it will show that I am dedicated to my job.

Now, would I mind taking a day off? No, I wouldn't. In fact that would be nice.. but I know we can't afford the cut on the paycheck and I want to go as long as I can without calling in or scheduling a day off. I have scheduled one day off.... but it's not until New Year's Eve. So I'll have been there about 9 months by that point.

When we got home Master cooked dinner. He made pork cutlets. They were so yummy!

Him and I are doing really well. We got a lot of quality time in over the past weekend, and it has done us a world of good. Not to mention the fact that we've been getting out of the apartment more. We've been visiting family, friends, and Master is even getting into contact with some of His family that He hasn't talked to in years. So it seems another chapter is beginning in our lives. It should prove to be interesting.

We had made plans to meet up with a group of friends on the 18th, but that is slowly but surely going to the way side. Not because we don't want to do it.. but here let me explain.

There is this one couple that we hang out with. Master has been friends with the husband for a long time. Neither Master nor myself like the wife. She's a cunt.

So anyway, they are the type of people that you have to do everything their way, do it when they want to do it, etc and so on. A really good example is when Master and I got married. The husband and wife were going to be at the court house with us, a long with about four other friends. Well the other four people showed up at our apartment, and we all went out to breakfast. The husband and wife however, didn't want to come to our apartment, or go out to breakfast. We had told them that we wanted everyone to drive down to the court house together. That was fine with them, but they wanted us to go to their house to meet them. And then from there we would all go to the court house. Never mind it was a good 20 minutes out of our way... *grumble*

So yeah, needless to say that's what we did. The husband was the best man.... so it's what we did. It was annoying at the time but we were in such good moods that nothing was going to bring that down.

Okay, so back to the here and now. We had picked the 18th because it was the "only" day that this couple would be available. And it had to be in the area, because they didn't want to drive that far. (Probably because they are going to get smashed.) So we planned it for that. Well one friend can't go because she has other plans. Master's god sister may not be able to show up because she can't afford the gas to come up here. And B might not be able to make it because he might have to work.

So that is disappointing. But then I call the couple in question, to see how they are doing. And I said, "So we're still on for the 18th right?" And the mother fucker didn't know what I was talking about. He had completely forgotten. So I reminded him that the date was his idea. And he said, "Well shoot me off an e-mail so that I remember and we'll see what we can do."

Fucker.

So Master and I talked on the way home and we think we'll switch the date and/or the place so that more people can show up. And if the couple can't? Fuck em. To bad, so sad. Cry me a fucking river.

I'm sick of pandering to them. They aren't better than us, as much as they like to think they are. We'll have to hash out more details before I start calling the other people in the group though.

So anyway, I'm sleepy. I still have to take my bath and try and relax before passing the hell out tonight. So I'll cut it here.

It's So Sad...

.... when a three day weekend ends. And honestly, it feels like this one flew by. Which, ya know, sucks and what not.

But it wasn't that bad. Last night Master and I fucked, twice... in a row. I love it when that happens. It seems that our sex life is some what back on track.

This morning however Master was grumpy. He woke up in a bad mood and it stuck with Him until the middle of the afternoon.

About a half hour after we got up Master wanted to get the errands done with. So we ran to the bank, hit the ATM, went to the gas station, and had them turn a $20 into two rolls of quarters. We then put air in the car's tires. After that Master had me run into Walgreens for a few things and then we hit the grocery store and stocked up with about a week's worth of groceries. Once we got home I took out the trash, did His laundry, and did the dishes. All of this was accomplished before 2pm. Well, the laundry was started by 2pm. The dryers downstairs suck. So that took about an hour and a half to actually be completed.

But now I have change for the vending machines at work at least, since we have quarters left over.

After Master's grumpy mood lifted He had me kneel at His feet, gave me a hug, and apologized for being a jerk. I appreciate the fact that He at least acknowledges when He is being that way. A lot of men don't.

He made porkchops for dinner, which were yummy. He made His own seasoning blend for them.. it was tasty!

Now we're just relaxing and trying to enjoy the end of our three day weekend.

I'm hoping to get my review this week, but I doubt it. Work is crazy busy lately. But if about a month goes by, I plan on asking my supervisor about my review. I know they take time and that I'm in a rather large department. Plus I also know that if I get a raise, they'll back date it. So it's not like I'm losing money, ya know?

Spending the 4th at Home

We have spent Independence Day at home, just the two of us. Although I was right... Master did want to try and get together with some friends. He was getting a bit restless and wanted to go out. So I tried to get a hold of His god sister, but she didn't have funds to go to a bar, and wanted us to come down to watch fireworks. Watching fireworks is really not our thing, so we declined.

Then another friend of ours called and also.. just wanted to watch fireworks. Again, we declined. I find watching fireworks to be pretty boring to be perfectly honest. Yay. Sparkly things in the air. If I wanted to see that I'd just go for a drive out into the county on a clear night and look at the stars. That is much more entertaining and soothing to me.

Last night Master fucked me. And then this morning I was kneeling at His feet, shortly after we got up, and my tits were rubbing against His cock because I was leaning forward. I felt Him getting hard and so I took Him into my mouth. I started to blow Him, but my TMJ decided "No this isn't a good idea."

I stopped for a minute to pop my jaw and He asked if I was okay. I told Him my TMJ was acting up and before I could try to muscle my way through it, He had me stand up, turn around, and sit on His lap. He entered me rather roughly and used the motion of His rocker/recliner to bring me to an orgasm, and then Himself. That's always fun.

We were going to go grocery shopping today, but the grocery store we always go to was closed. Cause it's the 4th. So that's pushed off until tomorrow. So for lunch/dinner we had fast food.

And right now for some weird reason I'm craving nachos. Damn you Taco Bell for tempting me when I don't want to drive. More places should deliver. Plus Master can't eat there, the food upsets His stomach. So yeah.

Not a lot going on. We've been watching "RuPaul's Drag Race" on the XBOX 360. I fucking love that show! I can't wait until season 2. RuPaul is hilarious, and gorgeous. I used to watch her talk show, back when it was on late night TV. I miss it sometimes. Fuck searching for the Next Top Model. I could care less. But the next drag queen superstar? Oh hell yes.

Can you tell I was a bit of a "fag hag" in Jr. High? (I didn't go to public school for high school. I was homeschooled for all four years.)

Reinventions

Master and I have been together for damn near 6 1/2 years. Over the years He has reinvented Himself (as far as His looks go) many times. He's had really long hair, short hair, had a clean shaven head... He's changed how He keeps His goatee, He's lost quite a bit of weight.. the list continues.

He smiled at me one day and said, "Hey at least I'm keeping you interested." He was joking around, and I know this.. but when I look back over the past 6 years I don't think I've "reinvented" myself more than say.. once. And that was when I cut my hair short. And He's not bored with me yet.

I sometimes get bored with my looks. I'll sometimes wish I could just go get my hair professionally done and keep up with it. But 1) I'm not allowed to dye my hair (which is what I would want to do) and 2) Besides knowing that I want to dye my hair.. I have no idea what the hell I would have done to it.

Oh, not to mention the fact we can't really afford it.

I also wish I could go drop a nice chunk of change on new clothes and heels. But again, I don't really care for clothes shopping and I get frustrated shoe shopping. Also, we don't have the money.

My hair is a nice shade of brown.. at least I think it is. I used to tell Master that I would love to dye my hair black and put nice deep red highlights in it. I think it would look so damn good. But now that I have the type of job that I do.. I know that wouldn't go over well. And yes, I have to keep that sort of thing in mind. Now, just adding some deep red highlights might not be to bad.. but like I said I'm not allowed to dye my hair.

Why you ask? Well at one point in time.. gods this must have been about a year and a half into our relationship.. I had bought a box of hair dye. It was supposed to be red. I dyed my hair, it looked great when it was done. But then I went to sleep. And when I woke up.. my hair was purple. Master hated it.

So I paid to have my hair dyed back to brown. And of course first they had to make me blonde so the brown would actually show up. And eventually the brown would leave my hair and I would be stuck with all this blonde in it, until finally my hair grew long enough that I could hack off all of the previously dyed hair. He has never let me live that down. If I bring up dying my hair He usually says one word and one word only. "Purple."

And then I shut up about it.

So yeah. He keeps changing as the years go by.. and I'm sure He'll change more. Me? I seem to be stuck where I am because I can never decide what'll look good. He's more of a risk taker when it comes to such things. Me? If it ends up making me less attractive to Him, I'd probably break down and bawl my eyes out. I'd be thinking to myself, "Had to go and do it didn't you... just couldn't stay where you were, with what you knew worked."

Ups & Downs

Today had it's ups and downs.. and they continue.

Master didn't have to start work until 11am. So I was up before Him for a change. I got ready for work and after B called to let me know he was here, I went into the bedroom and kissed Master goodbye as He slept.

I started work a half hour early, just to get some extra time in. But after that first half hour went by time seemed to slow down. Probably because I know that starting tomorrow, it's a three day weekend. Master called me right before He started work at 11am, and we talked for a few minutes.

Work for me, went fine. It wasn't until I got to the bus stop that I had a bit of a "down" moment. When I'm waiting for the bus, I always stand right at the bus stop. I don't sit down or anything. I just stand there waiting. No big deal right? Well the stop I stand at is a stop for two different bus lines. One of them drives by that stop every time I'm there. It never actually stops. I'm assuming it is not a scheduled stop at that particular point in time. I don't really care, because I don't take that one. Shortly there after my bus line shows up and I'm on my merry way.

Well today, the first bus line (the one that I don't take) was making it's way up the street and a very, very large guy goes up to the stop. I move away thinking he is going to flag the bus down in hopes that it'll stop. I didn't want to be rude, so I stepped to the side. Well as usual that bus doesn't stop, it just keeps on going. The guy didn't try to flag the bus down, he just stood there. That is until it turned the corner and went past him. Then he flipped the bus off and starting swearing rather loudly. I didn't say anything, or make a face, I was minding my own business.

The guy turns around and faces me. He then cusses me out. I'm standing there w/ my eyebrow raised wondering why he's yelling at me. Then he says, "I hope you didn't scare that bus off by standing there." I looked at him like he was nuts and said, "I seriously doubt that." He then says, "Oh yes you did. And that was the bus I needed. Now I get to wait a half hour for the next one you bitch."

As he is talking he took a step toward me. I side stepped him and continued to do so, basically walking around him, giving him a wide birth, as he continued to yell. Another guy who is waiting for the bus I wanted (I only know this because he got on that bus) takes a step toward the guy yelling at me and almost steps between us, but not quite. The guy who was yelling stopped and started mumbling under his breath and walked to the bench and sat down, continuing to glare at me.

I wasn't scared, hell I wasn't even worried. I had my cell phone in my hand, so I knew I could dial 911 if nothing else, plus there were plenty of people around me and it was a short jog to a door that leads into a bank. But I just couldn't understand how someone could think I would "scare away" a bus. I'm 5ft1, standing there in jeans, a business casual shirt, a jean jacket, and a messenger bag.

So yeah, that sucked.

Master had asked me to stop at the gas station and buy cigs once I was off the bus. Thankfully the bus drops me off literally a block from said gas station, so I did that.. came home.. took the dog out.. took my bath.. and am now waiting for Master to get home. It's already damn near 8:30pm. So much for only doing 8 hours in one day like the head boss said due to "financial restraints".

He has no idea when He's getting out of work, and each time He calls to check in, He sounds more pissed off, more tired, and more sore. I understand all of the above, and I'm sitting here wanting to start my weekend with my Master.

His job doesn't know what the fuck it is doing. And how much you want to bet He didn't get a lunch today either? Ya know, like damn near every other day this week.

Today Sucked

Today simply sucked. And not in a pleasing way either!

Today started off somewhat normal, except for the fact that Master had to go into work early. I got up at 6:30am and He was already at work. He called me shortly there after to tell me that yet again they had Him come in early for nothing. They "forgot" to tell Him that He wasn't going on the job He was supposed to go on anymore. So yeah, that sucked.

I go to work and it starts off fine, just fine. In fact the work flow was kind of slow. I should have been worried right then and there, but I wasn't. Then suddenly something comes down from one of the supervisors telling us that certain fees we bill our clients have changed and all files that are "x" amount old need to be updated. Suddenly, my nice slow day becomes busy as hell. Thankfully it was after my lunch break. But then, in the middle of this... the guy who was supposed to be there earlier in the day to fix the printer I use decided to show up. So I couldn't print, and I need to print. It took about a half hour for that to be fixed, and by that time I only had about an hour before I had to leave.

So I call my trainer and she tells me what to do and then tells me what to make up for tomorrow. So tomorrow might suck as well. Joy.

Master got out early enough to go home take a shower, and pick me up from work. So that was a good thing. But I had a headache and was tired. Master was also tired and sore. So we made quite the pair.

On the ride home we stopped at the landlord's office and dropped off the rent check. Bye bye hard earned money.

When we got home we ate dinner and watched Jurassic Park. Gods I remember that movie from when I was a kid. It came out in '93 so I was a whopping 10 years old. Master was 18. I still love that movie. And when we send that back to Netflix we should get Jurassic Park 2! And then Jurassic Park 3! Yay!

Other than that, Master and I are being lazy right now. He doesn't have to go into work until 11am, which means He won't be out of work in time to pick me up. So I have to talk to B in the morning to see if he can give me a ride home. If not, the bus it is.