esterday I played little miss Holly Housewife and did all of Jason's laundry and cleaned the apartment and watched wife swap all day. It felt good to lay down and masturbate on a bed that I just made myself and in a clean apartment that's kinda my home. It's funny because before I didn't know how to describe Buda to people (there *was* a time period of like 2 days before he was my boyfriend) now I don't know how to describe home. Waldi was like "oh are you at ...your real home or...your other home...?" to me on the phone the other day so I'll just call this place my Other Home. My rent and parent free other home...with a giant hole in the wall where a kitchen should be and a boiler two feet from our bedside. Bedside boiler. Sounds like a band you'd see playing at The Bamboozle.
So I think for like two weeks I'm going to try this home maker thing. I'm going to pretend its like Mona Lisa Smile kinda times for women and I'll just wake up every morning, do yoga, take a shower, have some coffee, start cleaning, start cooking (yeah I'll practice at my house so that I don't set his on fire), and just take care of my man when he gets back from work.
To all the feminists screaming at me right now...go fuck yourselves. I have a job. I'm always going to be working and being all independent...at least not until I'm married to a rich, student loan debt free, doctor. Because, that is the dream right?? He takes care of me, I'll take care of him...lmao I sound like a hooker.
Speaking of my doctor, I'd like to give a very big congratulations to my man Jason Buda for getting his Physician's Assistant's certification today! Even though he'll never read this and I have no idea where he is right now.
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