Christmas Eve

Sexual Appetite: 7
Emotions: Anxiety, Stress, Frustration, Calm

Work was no different than any other ordinary day. One guy left 4 hours early. Another did a no call / no show and didn't get a phone call from the manager, and to add insult to injury...I stayed longer than I needed to because I was suppose to train a client that afternoon and they also pulled a no call no show. If it's one thing that drives me up a wall is punctuality. There is no excuse for not being able to get in touch with someone letting them know you're either not going to show up at all or if you're running late. I stayed exactly 60 seconds after they were supposed to show up and bounced...fuck them. They don't want to respect my time, I won't respect theirs...

Drive home was fine, no stress no drama...and zoned out to my "Zen Pause" station on Pandora. Life saver...helps me get through most anything it seems nowadays.

My girl surprisingly, was waiting upstairs in something naughty. Who knew she had it in her. She got the reaction she wanted, stripped down in about 2 seconds flat and went to work. No oral, straight to business...no my preferred avenue of things, but hell...beggers can't be choosers. Ran through a few positions until she through up the white flag...sore, tired, hurting...needs a break....sigh...fine, I pull out clean up, and carry my blue balled ass downstairs.

My Nazi of a mother is coming over for dinner, with my dad and little brother. Don't get me wrong...she isn't a Nazi..it's just fitting because she is German, a control freak, and I feel will inspect my house to see if it meets her standards. Past few days I had spent detailing my office, now it was time to finish the downstairs before they came over. My girl is wrapping presents, shit everywhere, and I start with everything else. Litter box, laundry, vacuum upstairs, stairs, and downstairs (after she finishes the presents), dust, sweep/mop the kitchen, light some candles (my stress relief candles go figure), clean the downstairs bathroom, and start cutting up broccoli for dinner...at this point my girl starts cooking the pasta. I shower, come down stairs with 5 in to spare before the family shows up.

Dinner goes smooth. No comments made about my house. I feel calm seeing everything spotless, picked up, and organized. I'm a minimalist...I don't like clutter. We exchange gifts, and manage to make it through a movie without any major fall outs.

We go to bed...I'm hoping I will get blown, and handjob, or some more nookie...but that's wishful thinking. Blue balls for bed. Awesome.