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NO SLEEP, TIL BROOKLYN!!
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NO SLEEP, TIL BROOKLYN!!  I don't recall the last night I ever enjoyed quality sleep. I am a night owl by nature, so sleep seemed to me to be such an arduous chore it was placed on the back burner for a bit. A cat nap here and there, energy drinks, sometimes I'd roll through 2 days of work before coming home and crashing on the couch for 4 hours. My internal clock kicks in to some anxiety mode once the clock strikes 7pm. But there is so much to be done! My body and psyche throw a tantrum, one hoping to trump the other. I'll start projects to placate this anxiety, like cleaning out my closet or bathing the dogs. I'll start a book, or watch a marathon of some series. I just don't.like.sleep. I've always had very vivid dreams since I can remember. Sometimes, they are so vivid I wake up beyond confused. Mostly, the sheer brilliance of the depictions startles me. You see, I line my life up so as to avoid headaches like over drafting my bank accounts or traffic tickets or illness. My dreams taunt my rationale, and I'll have awful dreams of being flat ass broke, thrown in jail for speeding, and such. That sounds mild, but the actual intensity that wakes me up is not enjoyable. Nor are the more common nightmares and night terrors which leave me exhausted in the morning. I tried Ambien. Once. That's all it took for me to wake up in the fetal position crying hysterically with my then room mate calling my brother because he had no idea what was wrong with me. Did you know you can have a reaction to Ambien? To this day, my mind refuses to open itself up to that night terror, something that discouraged and frustrated my then therapist. But it was bad. Bad enough I fought off sleep for 3 days before my brother came over at 2pm on a Wednesday afternoon, turned it phone off, and tucked me into bed and hugged me. We hadn't slept like that since we were , and all it took to get a somewhat peaceful few hours of sleep was to have my then 23 year old brother hugging his 19 year old sister to sleep. I bring this up because the night terrors are beginning to outnumber any nightmares or dreams. So, obviously Ms Stig has not being able to slip under the comfy covers, spoon her dogs, and drift off like a normal person. I was up until 2 am this morning reorganizing my linen closet and then mopping. I wish I knew the cure. I wish I could identify the culprit and hammer it out. At this point I'm open to suggestions because you know, the advice of sex bloggers is worth its weight in gold. Tonight I made taco salad for dinner. I ate only a mere fraction of what I made so I'm going to be eating this for awhile. I felt it would be an appropriate night to get slightly buzzed off margaritas before we snuck off to the bedroom to fuck. Drunk sex is fun with this gal because it takes me awhile to truly get off. Think about it, you could easily eat me out for 30 minutes igniting several small orgasms before it registers and then my body explodes in megagasm. You could have me on all fours, fucking my tight and very wet pussy for as long as you wanted. Time seems to stand still when I'm that intoxicated. You may even be lucky enough to work me up to sliding into my ass. I'm a sexual deviant of sorts, sir. All pretty girls are a trap, a pretty trap, and men expect them to be. |
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5/9/2012 6:16 pm |
nice eyes
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Ambien was fun stuff for me. What does your face look like all smushed in the pillow? Smart as a horse and hung like Einstein.
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I sure wish I had some meaningful advice for you. I tried Ambien once and had a similar problem. Hugs to you!
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