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out_thereHmmmm... Well, I wasn't going to update. I was going to have an early night, but... I've decided to update anyway.
As I mentioned, Mum returned last night. She's spent last night and today moving her furniture out of the second hubby's place. I helped her with the double mattress and the chest freezer, but she did all the small stuff herself and left me in bed playing the dying swan.
So. Yeah. Not much to say about it. I helped her between 2pm and 7pm, and there was much talking about the ex and his flaws. It's not that I mind the bitching, it's just that I had a headache, and kept distracting myself by remembering/imagining the smutty Casey/Dan scenes I pointed out yesterday.
Hopefully this split will be the last. *crosses fingers* On the good side, she does sound better after her week of driving across the country (twice). My living room is full of odd bits and pieces, but it's always a mess when I live alone, so it's nothing new. I'm happy that she's back, but it's going to be less online time, just so everyone knows.
Okay, general question: What the heck is up with my sex drive?! I mean, it's not like I'm getting laid any more than I usually do (ie. I normally don't get any, I'm still getting none.), but I'm *noticing* people.
Normally, I spend time in my own little bubble world, and am too distracted by the fannish thoughts in my head to pay attention to the real world. Now, for the last couple of weeks (maybe over the last month), I've been noticing people in a highly lustful manner. I'm noticing the cute guys, I'm watching the pretty girls. I'm paying attention to the low-cut/tight tops, the short skirts, the slightly open shirt collars. I'm sitting there imagining running my hands or my mouth over bare skin, and it's just a little odd.
For example, today while mum was paying for petrol, I'm checking out the guy in the car in front of me. He was a cute guy, nice jawline, heavy eyebrows, just this side of pretty. Wearing tshirt and shorts, and I'm sitting there checking out his shapely calves. I'm just a little sex obsessed.
I'm wondering if it's because I've been writing more smut of late (ie. over the last six weeks or so). Is writing about sex making myself preoccupied with it? Or, am I loosening inhibitions and writing about it, because I'm thinking about it? It's just... odd. Odd to suddenly find myself thinking about this, when normally it only occurs to me occasionally.
And, in other news, I have![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
celli's taxfic done, and can't think of a good title. I'm thinking "Cheating with style" except for the fact that it's a highly misleading title. *shrugs* I want to post it, but I have no good title. This irritates me.
As I mentioned, Mum returned last night. She's spent last night and today moving her furniture out of the second hubby's place. I helped her with the double mattress and the chest freezer, but she did all the small stuff herself and left me in bed playing the dying swan.
So. Yeah. Not much to say about it. I helped her between 2pm and 7pm, and there was much talking about the ex and his flaws. It's not that I mind the bitching, it's just that I had a headache, and kept distracting myself by remembering/imagining the smutty Casey/Dan scenes I pointed out yesterday.
Hopefully this split will be the last. *crosses fingers* On the good side, she does sound better after her week of driving across the country (twice). My living room is full of odd bits and pieces, but it's always a mess when I live alone, so it's nothing new. I'm happy that she's back, but it's going to be less online time, just so everyone knows.
Okay, general question: What the heck is up with my sex drive?! I mean, it's not like I'm getting laid any more than I usually do (ie. I normally don't get any, I'm still getting none.), but I'm *noticing* people.
Normally, I spend time in my own little bubble world, and am too distracted by the fannish thoughts in my head to pay attention to the real world. Now, for the last couple of weeks (maybe over the last month), I've been noticing people in a highly lustful manner. I'm noticing the cute guys, I'm watching the pretty girls. I'm paying attention to the low-cut/tight tops, the short skirts, the slightly open shirt collars. I'm sitting there imagining running my hands or my mouth over bare skin, and it's just a little odd.
For example, today while mum was paying for petrol, I'm checking out the guy in the car in front of me. He was a cute guy, nice jawline, heavy eyebrows, just this side of pretty. Wearing tshirt and shorts, and I'm sitting there checking out his shapely calves. I'm just a little sex obsessed.
I'm wondering if it's because I've been writing more smut of late (ie. over the last six weeks or so). Is writing about sex making myself preoccupied with it? Or, am I loosening inhibitions and writing about it, because I'm thinking about it? It's just... odd. Odd to suddenly find myself thinking about this, when normally it only occurs to me occasionally.
And, in other news, I have
celli's taxfic done, and can't think of a good title. I'm thinking "Cheating with style" except for the fact that it's a highly misleading title. *shrugs* I want to post it, but I have no good title. This irritates me.
