August 09, 2002 - 11:34 AM
Well, sorry for not updating. The system at work has been down all week and I've not a chance to scratch myself let alone write an entry in this thing. However there are a few updates...
1. MAGGOT IS HOME! Long story, and most people know it, and I really cannot be bothered repeating it yet again. The basis of the story though, is that she was found and we picked her up. She's well. We're all one big happy crazy family again.
2. Bindi however, is not doing too well at the moment. Poor baby has roundworm. She's had it for a long time too. So I'm sending the fuckers at Excelpet BACK their shit kitten worming paste and telling them to shove it up their arses. I am so NOT impressed it's just not funny. She's been in pain for the past three days and throwing up WORMS and blood and looking very sorry for herself. SK took her to the vet yesterday (who promptly fell in love with Dugite because she's such a beautiful cat) and got them both checked out. Fortunately he bagged a worm that Bindi up-chucked and took it with him. The vet checked it out and confirmed that it was indeed, roundworm. And it was a BIG one which was more worrying. So Bindi got poked and prodded and a thermometre shoved up her bum (apparently she squeaked *L*) and then got a huge worming tablet shoved down her gullet.
There was a big difference last night already. She was calmer. Still making noise but not flipping and twisting herself about on the floor and twisting her guts up.
If Dugite has been suffering, she hasn't told us. But then again she's nowhere near as verbal as Bindi is. But she's also slightly bigger than Bindi now, so I think that she hasn't been affected by roundworm as yet. The vet dosed her up anyway, because it's contagious.
The really annoying thing is that now SK and I have to take some worming tablets for ourselves! ARGH! How annoying.
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Warning - the following is not for immature readers. This is going to be a full-on-tell-all-too-much-information moment. And there's also lots of swearing.
On another note, I'm thinking of buying myself a toy. I don't really want to but I figure that's the only way I'm going to be able to get some sex. SK has really lost the plot. Really. He's so fucking worried about having kids! I couldn't care less. I'm not having kids either, don't want them (now, I am SO not ready for them).
My thoughts on the matter:
"Hello!! You moron! I love you. You make me feel good (when you put some effort into it). I need sex, dammit. Don't fucking show me all these neat tricks with that handy-dandy tongue of yours if you're never going to give it to me again."
I've been told that having your partner use a toy ON you is very erotic.
This is so for girls on girls.
But this is not so for me and SK.
I want to feel HIM, not a bit of buzzing plastic.
I honestly cannot understand how this can bother him so much. Honestly. *sighs* It's frustrating. I can't even go down on him anymore without him doing something to piss me off. The last time I tried, it was a Saturday morning and I was feeling particularly frisky.
He eventually got a hardon (EVENTUALLY!!! I cannot believe I wrote EVENTUALLY, it used to be that every morning I woke up I had bruises on my back from his ragers) and I vanished under the covers.
No go.
Didn't inspire him to do anything. He didn't move nor make a sound.
So I gave up trying to tease him into it and left the room to watch telly in the lounge with the cats.
Warning to SK - if you don't want me to stray, I need some physical contact from you. You say you find me attractive (even though I'm huge) then fucking prove it once in a while. We might as well be in separate states again. It might work for you, but not for me. Not at all. We used to be all over each other like wet rags. Very...wet... rags. You wont even tongue-kiss me anymore. We haven't had a hot pash for over a year...
*sigh*
Of course, I've TOLD him all this, don't think I'm ranting for my own benefit. But he comes back with the kids bullshit.
So buy some glad wrap and put it over ten condoms. I'm already on the pill, what the fuck else am I supposed to do? If he's so fucking worried about it, then he should get the snip. I am NOT getting my tubes tied for his benefit. Besides, I'd do that and he probably STILL wouldn't want to have sex with me.
Lazy fucking bastard. Why am I keeping him???!!! He doesn't clean up after himself. He refuses to do anything that doesn't please him. AND he doesn't give me any sugar.
No, it's not right, and no, I'm not happy.
I need a good jungle fuck (to quote Tiger), but I know I am NOT getting it from SK.
