It’s the weekend. It’s a weekend where my son is gone with his father. I still miss him when he is gone for the two days. In the past, I would spend this time, working constantly. However, lately, I have become more of a slacker and only working one monday-friday job (and lately, not even each of these days.) So here I am, internet, sitting online at 4pm in my pajamas, drinking hot chocolate and missing my little man who is more challenging yet more lovable each day. It is brutally cold today, the kind of cold which makes you swear. It is currently -25C but feels like…..are you ready?
-43C (How do you get the little degree o, anyway?)
So far today, I went out for breakfast and returned home to have a three hour nap. I probably will not go out tonight due to the frigid weather and the fact that my vehicle is unable to turn left safely as it is too cold for “boyfriend” to fix my signal light. I have great plans of vacuuming tonight with my new dirt devil that “boyfriend” assembled earlier today. In keeping with my dorky roots, I plan to upload some pictures to flickr and jazz up my sidebar this evening. I suppose I could call someone to do something but…it’s cold.
Before I started blogging, I was sitting here, thinking of what to blog about. It’s not Sunday yet so there is no unconscious muttering to be done. In my earlier blogging days, I used to do the friday five which shut down over two years ago. Sometimes, even a savvy blooger such as myself, needs a little help in finding something totally useless to write about. Luckily, the power of google led me to two things which I am very excited about; TMI Tuesday and Wet Wednesdays. As my five readers know, there is never a such thing as too much information at futurecatlady.net.
TMI…saturday
1. Do you think people in general are too forgiving of or too harsh on promiscuous women? Promiscuous men?
People in general are jerks to women. We all know that. Perhaps my women’s studies minor and the accompanying repulsion to shaving my legs, are influencing my opinion but really, George Clooney can be a bachelor for life and fuck everyone in town and that’s fine. Paris Hilton makes some questionable life choices and we make std jokes. (I also think stds are serious conditions and should never be joked about, ever.) Some may argue that this is a bad example, comparing an oscar winner to whatever my dear paris is, but I will go to the grave defending Paris Hilton. “Stars are blind” was possibly one of my favourite songs from 2006, I enjoyed House of Wax and a part of me still yearns for her to reconcile with Nick Carter. To get to my point, men can do what they want and it’s fine. Women can’t. The end.
Suppose you’ve been dating someone for a year, and they’re slowly getting fat. Does this romance have long-term potential?
Sure. I love fatties. I am also a fatty. As long as it doesn’t reach richard simmons showing up at your house with a crane, all is good.
If you have five VERY successful dates with someone, are you a couple?
You are never a couple until you have a talk and it is established you are a couple. This could be one date or ahem, six months. I’ve been confused about this many times in the past and i find this general rule works.
When you have a “toe-curling” orgasm, do your toes curl up, or down?
I find it hard to believe that toes actually curl up so i am going with down. I have never really paid much attention to my feet at this time.
Can great sex be reason enough to stay in a relationship? (What about just okay sex?)
Of course it is. Great sex, okay sex or simply just getting any sex is reason enough to stay. It doesn’t even have to be sex. I might stay in a relationship just because they have a truck, buy me things or to have something to do. Obviously, this isn’t enough for anything long-term but for a little while, why not? If you live where i do, there isn’t a lot else out there for me, anyway.
Bonus (as in optional): When you’re unhappy in a relationship, do you treat the other person badly? Examples we’ve tried: causing jealousy, picking fights, withholding sex, getting real quiet.
Sure. It’s not always because I’m unhappy; sometimes i pick fights just for something to do.
And now for wet wednesday,
1. have you ever had an HIV test? how did you feel at the time you were being tested?
They test you when you are knocked up. I also get tested at my not-so-yearly physical when they test for low blood sugar and other assorted junk. I’ve never been too concerned because I have always seduced virgins. Maybe this year I will be a little more worried, ask me then.
2. when you became sexually active, did school/media bombard you with “safe sex” campaigns?
I went to Catholic school. That says it all.
3. if you didn’t have to worry about STDs (but pregnancy was a reality), would you use condoms?
It depends. Birth control doesn’t work (see: parker). Condoms fall off inside your body and you have to go to the emergency to get them removed. I am not trusting of either method.
4. do you like the smell of sex on you after the fact, or are you scrambling to get in the shower after you’ve finished?
I am indifferent. Sometimes I just want to go to sleep. Showers are good too but if you think you might have sex again soon after, why bother? I don’t like having three showers a day; it dries out my skin and fucks up my hair. No sex is worth straightening your hair again.
5. what is the sexiest scent on the person you’re attracted to?
To me it doesn’t matter as long as you are clean. I like good hygiene so smell like deodorant and toothpaste and i am good to go.
Because this blog entry is not long enough, I have some more random crap to talk about. While aimlessly crusing the internet, I found myself reading about internal cleansers and detoxifying the body. I have heard about people using these products before and have often thought about trying it myself. I like healthy. I’ve battled IBS in the past. I have eaten my share of junk in my thirty years and I would like to not have parasites inside by body. However, I found myself in the photo gallery and I am now changing my mind and would prefer to be in denial. The point of the pictures is to disgust you enough to do the cleanse but for me, it has had the opposite effect. I feel alright and I would die rather than to pass something like this…..
They say, “Death begins in the colon.” I am okay with that. Could you imagine passing one of those gems in the bathroom at the mall or at work?
