Ugh I am going off of about 3.5 hours sleep this morning. My own damn fault and I know it, but it was worth it. Got two new tattoos last night. Pics shortly. More important things to discuss.
Now, I don't know what to read into this next thing, but it certainly is interesting. B went off to CGF's last night. You all know the whole curfew debacle that happened the other night. Well, get this - guess who was home at 11:06pm last night. Which means that they left CGF's at 10:30. They didn't arrive there until 8. 2.5 hours. With an hour drive there and back. Hm. I asked them to be home by 1:30 when I was getting up. No earlier. So if it was for me, I would have expected midnight or 1. Not 11. Ok, here's some theories:
- B finally is getting over their need to have it be pitch black to have sex (or CGF has blackout curtains) and they literally went over there, had sex, and left?
- It didn't go well?
- CGF had to get up early so they had a romp and it was done?
- They didn't do it at all and just hung out?
If it's that they are being a call girl for CGF then I find that interesting personally. Because I wonder how B will detach themselves from any emotional connection. Or maybe it's just me that needs an emotional connection and driving for an hour was worth a quick romp? I don't know. Here's what I do know, I didn't have any anxiety last night, nor do I have any this morning. How quickly my brain can normalize things.
As for me, I taught, left at noon for my appointment, left the shop at 8. So yeah, I didn't really do much except two large 8-9 hour tasks. A little driving in between, but that's it. As for my new ink, I LOVE this artist. Took me 3.5 years but I finally found an artist locally I like. She only charged me for 4.5 hours even though she did six hours of work. She is wonderful. She owns the shop, it was just us, and I felt like I've known her forever. Here they are in all their glory. Yes, one is exactly where you think it is and I had to edit this to be SFW. Sorry for the close up of my upper thigh.
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