* City and I have started having sex. I can't even begin to describe how great it is. ::glee::

* That I just read almost all of Tucker Max's book. Came across an interesting story about how he thought it was strange that the chic he was bangin wanted him to strangle her (w/ hands or a belt), smack her ass...you know...forceful shit. ::laughing:: I've asked City to do that before, but he's always been real "nawwwwww Sig, I don't know about that". I don't know what compelled him to do it last night. ::cracking up:: Wait, I shouldn't laugh. I think I scared the shit out of him. Like really really scared him. I had a shirt on, he gathered it around my neck and was, ya know, strangling me that way. He said the tighter he made it, the wetter I got, which in turn made him get harder. ::laughing:: But he said {after he went soft on me} that he was just thinking in his head "this shit is just wrong....like, what if this turns out to be some CSI shit where she ends up dead over a little strangulation". So he couldn't go through with it.
We start doing something else, I don't know what compelled him, but he grabbed a shirt off the floor, stuffed it in my mouth...did the shirt thing again. I think I had an orgasm for 2 minutes straight. He loved it but hated it. Went limp again.
I ended up telling him that we don't have to do ANYTHING he's not comfortable with - at all - ever! He's confused at what he should and shouldn't do. I feel bad for the chap. Because it could get much much worse.....

* City has started talking to me about babies and marriage. (And since I DO NOT believe in "falling in love" --- it's a ruse ppl, nothing but a ruse --- what's so wrong with talking about it.

* Having these conversations with City make me think that quite possibly, this might not be "the" job for me. Unless I can get my ass ito an admin possition, sitting behind some desk. Plus, how retarded (ahem, mentally challenged) would I look running around 7 months pregnant in a damn scout car with a vest and belt on chasing a guy with a gun? Not a good look ppl, not a good damn look.

* In NO way am I saying that I'm going to marry City and have his babies. Not saying that at all. Just saying that I now really believe that marriage isn't about "loving" someone. It's about economic security and being with someone who doesn't drive you absolutely nuts but could be a good partner to breed with. Because that's all marriage is anyway. Really....

* My left arm started hurting BADLY at work yesterday out of the blue. I don't want to have a heartattack. And I've had a headache (real bad headache) for almost 8 days straight. I haven't told City yet.

* Oh - did I say that City has a Desert Tarantula...that fucker is like the size of a dinner plate. Seriously. All jokes aside. The first night I went over there, I watched his ass the whole night...he wasn't going to break out and get me! I've re-named him "Spidey". I absolutely love that spider. I am careful though....b/c if I touch the hairs on him - I'll die. Yay! But he can literally rip the skin off of a mouse and eat him whole...it's interesting to watch...

Well - I've gotta go.

Bye kids