Didn't write about this earlier, but given the vein of my last few posts of absolute whining self-pity and general bitchiness, I thought I'd toss it out there.
I can relate to The Good Husband's mood in this post. My actual, real life sex life has been dormant for a while now, but there was always the electric boyfriend. Some days it worked, some days it didn't, but generally the little guy was pretty reliable. Well, for the last two weeks or so, I've gotten nothing out of the deal but a nice tingly feeling (and that's fun and all, but not exactly what I was hoping for). So now I don't even have that. Feh. That's OK, I'll just go back to sex camel status (this was sort of a running joke, that I was a sex camel and could go ages without it - I don't think I'm quite that bad now, but being as how I don't have anything/anyone to get worked up about, I'll be all right in my time of drought. LOL).
And kudos to anyone who actually takes the time to read my blog - sure, it does me good to vent, but most days I just don't feel like my life is that interesting. LOL