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16 degrees
What the hell.
One day it’s 60s next it’s 30s.
This is insane.
Actually got some sleep last night.
I dread this cold weather, it does a number on my fibromyalgia.
Still tired too.
Grabbed my morning shower, grabbed my coffee, threw on my 27s, a sweatshirt, and tennis shoes. As I said, I’m not going dressed to impress. No point. I’m trying to get him to think clearly.....not look at me and go WoW and build on these delusional thoughts.
I’m sure that sounds so weird.
Most women want this kind of attention. I’m not looking for the lust aspects. I want the soul connection shit. You know, the shit that only happens in movies.
He sent a video before I crashed, that nutbag is seriously excited to see me again. Don’t get me wrong, it will be good in some aspects to see him, but I’m feeling too much pressure. I don’t want a relationship, just tone it down, and roll with just hanging out together....if it happens I get there then great, if not, we still have a tight friendship. I mean, look at PiP and Daddy, best friends that have lasted. There is some deep desired lust and love for daddy, it’s mutual, we just don’t act on it. We keep it as friends, and it works. We used to struggle with it but we both found a mutual place we are comfortable with. If we ever met in real life, that would be a different story for both of us. We both know it. And I couldn’t stand him when I first met him, go figure. Daddy was supportive when Dew and I started seeing each other over a year ago.
Anyway...
I’m tired. Thoughts aren’t really staying focused. The nervous feeling creeping in.
Going to start a load of laundry, use the straightener and all that fun stuff.
Pack up some drawing pencils and what not. Going to be too cold to be outside.
So, till this afternoon.
๐wish me luck getting through to him....
๐SYOTFS
Happy A Fool Day......
Some fools have a day dedicated to them ๐๐คฃ
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