The Bloody Footprints Files, Infinitus
Almost The Weekend
hI know I'm getting rather sporadic with these entries, but the fact is that I go for days without turning this computer on at all. . .guess the lure of the internet has drastically decreased recently.
I almost cheated on Bambi with another man not long ago, but at the last minute, I had a huge attactk of guilt and didn't go through with it. I simply can't hurt this wonderful woman whom I love more than I ever thought possible.
That's not the first time this has happened since I've been with her, and odds are it won't be the last, either.
You see, she has extreme knee pain, making sex excruciating for her, and I simply cannot cause her physical pain just to satisfy my own needs. . . .even though my desires almost overwhelm me late at night when I'm laying naked in bed. I guess that's what porn videos and cocoa butter are for.
I've fucked up twice before and betrayed women who dearly loved me, and I'm NOT going to mess THIS marriage up, damnit!
Sighs. I can't win.
At work, Don and I have started to become close. I even gave him my phone number, and recently he used it to let me know my boss brought my work van in for an oil change (it didn't need it). We chat every work day. Maybe, just MAYBE he's the real friend I've searched for almost eleven years now. . . Time will tell, I suppose.
I ordered ten LKs from eBay, and they shipped a week ago today, but there's inadequate tracking data on that website, so I don't have a clue when to expect them, or if they'll arrive dead. This scheissen stinketh on ice, yea verily!
Next time, I check with DPS and see if they can get them for me.
Payday's tomorrow. My main bill is the car payment, and Bambi's paying about half this. I'm planning a trip to DPS on Saturday sometime for catfish, a water test kit, etc, rain or NO rain.
I'm learning, I suppose. About time.
They impeached Trump for the SECOND time! The worst president this country has ever been inflicted with.
Can't wait for January 20th!
Been a rough four years with this moron in charge. . . . . . . .
Life goes ever onward.