He's still at drill... I don't think this weekend will ever end. My new best friend came over to hang out with me tonight and that distracted me for a little while, but it didn't keep me distracted once one of our roomies came home from work. He and my girlfriend's boyfriend (boy does that sound awkward until you consider that she's my girlfriend in the non-sexual context.) were talking about gaming and playing halo. I don't remember which game. They have all of them.
Well, me and my girl, we started playing old music videos and stuff on youtube just being silly, and then somehow we got to talking about sad stuff. So the roomie tells us we all have to play this game he came up with that 8 outta 10 he loses. It's called the crying game... and believe me, it sucks. And I was the only one to lose. Oh yeah... the reason she's my new best friend is because she lives near us here in town and I still don't know many women here. And she's amazing, and she's gorgeous, and she's so much like me, only she's more dominant in nature while I'm more submissive. And no, not in the sexual sense for reference... keep your minds out of the gutter. I have a hard enough time with that without thinking about anyone reading this and going all pervy.
Now my brain is all wanting to cuddle but my Marine is still out in the bloody field. And my biological clock is pounding in my body like a full bass line in marching band. Why? Because three of the videos in the crying game dealt with little girls, and the one that made me cry was talking about a girl with a dog that dies as she's a young adult after she'd had it since she was tiny... maybe a toddler. And the captions from the part in the dog's reply from the afterlife state that she will always be the dog's big sister. Why would this make me cry and make my biological clock scream at me?
Because I haven't seen my daughter in almost 6 months because my exhusband is unwilling to bring her down her to visit when I'm unable to work and afford to make the 4 hour trip to see her twice a month. He says he can't manage it, mainly because she just started Kindergarten. And she's a big sister to the little boy that my ex had with my former best friend. That's another story for another day though. So I really want to see her and I want to be able to give my Marine beautiful kids... just can't right now until we get in a better situation. So yeah, my biological clock is screaming, my arms are empty, and my heart is hollow. Yay for bipolar moments... I swear I can't wait to see my Marine again... I can't wait to hold him and cuddle with him.
All of my thoughts keep circling back to the fact that I would go insane if this was a full on deployment... Just hope that promotion he just found out that he'd gotten in July doesn't come back to bite us in the end. Best course is that it opens up a desk job or something if he decides to stay in and renew his contract. But enough for tonight. Tomorrow, my love comes home. Semper Fi, babe... And stay safe...
Well, me and my girl, we started playing old music videos and stuff on youtube just being silly, and then somehow we got to talking about sad stuff. So the roomie tells us we all have to play this game he came up with that 8 outta 10 he loses. It's called the crying game... and believe me, it sucks. And I was the only one to lose. Oh yeah... the reason she's my new best friend is because she lives near us here in town and I still don't know many women here. And she's amazing, and she's gorgeous, and she's so much like me, only she's more dominant in nature while I'm more submissive. And no, not in the sexual sense for reference... keep your minds out of the gutter. I have a hard enough time with that without thinking about anyone reading this and going all pervy.
Now my brain is all wanting to cuddle but my Marine is still out in the bloody field. And my biological clock is pounding in my body like a full bass line in marching band. Why? Because three of the videos in the crying game dealt with little girls, and the one that made me cry was talking about a girl with a dog that dies as she's a young adult after she'd had it since she was tiny... maybe a toddler. And the captions from the part in the dog's reply from the afterlife state that she will always be the dog's big sister. Why would this make me cry and make my biological clock scream at me?
Because I haven't seen my daughter in almost 6 months because my exhusband is unwilling to bring her down her to visit when I'm unable to work and afford to make the 4 hour trip to see her twice a month. He says he can't manage it, mainly because she just started Kindergarten. And she's a big sister to the little boy that my ex had with my former best friend. That's another story for another day though. So I really want to see her and I want to be able to give my Marine beautiful kids... just can't right now until we get in a better situation. So yeah, my biological clock is screaming, my arms are empty, and my heart is hollow. Yay for bipolar moments... I swear I can't wait to see my Marine again... I can't wait to hold him and cuddle with him.
All of my thoughts keep circling back to the fact that I would go insane if this was a full on deployment... Just hope that promotion he just found out that he'd gotten in July doesn't come back to bite us in the end. Best course is that it opens up a desk job or something if he decides to stay in and renew his contract. But enough for tonight. Tomorrow, my love comes home. Semper Fi, babe... And stay safe...
