He Says. I Blog.

When I started writing this post, I thought I'd tell you how much I've grown to hate public holidays but then I realize I still like it.  It's true that every damn shop is closed; however the hush that seems to descend over the island is so welcoming.  Plus, there's no evil soul to bother me. 

Anyway, yesterday Honey Lips and I spent the day home, watching movies. 

I was lying on my back, straddling his waist, while he was sitting upright on the bed.

"Hey watch this! Phone sex.  You want some? Here you go", he flipped open his phone and began rubbing it on my upper thighs.

He then laughed and I joined in.

"That'll end up in your blog, eh?", he affirmed.

Now remember I told you that he knows nada about this anonymous blog? (I think I did.)  Well, it's been a few weeks since he found out.  I kinda got caught.  Fortunately, he wasn't bothered about the blog URL because I sat him down and explained to him how this online journal represents my private space just like his phone does his.  He understood.  But sometimes, he begs to read one or two posts here and there.  I half-heartedly surrender.  And then, there are other times, when I force him to read a post I feel was well-written (in my humble opinion).  *rolling eyes*

So every time he cracks a joke, he'll be like, "You're going to blog about it? See, without me, you won't have anything to write about.", (did I tell you that his ego doesn't fit the door?), or "Put that in your blog!" when we have a fight.  *let's have a marijuana minute of eye-rolls here*

As far as he's concerned, he provides me with blog material.  Which is true, sorta.  

The Abrupt End.


P.S: Happy Sunday! ;p