I spent the last twenty minutes trying to get super glue out of my pubic hair.

Successfully trying, actually.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. I had a little zit thing (I get them occasionally. I had my doc look at one last time I went, but she said it was normal and nothing to worry about) and it hurt, so I was picking at it in the tub because lord knows I can't just leave things to heal on their own. and then there was blood, but a lot less hurt.
but blood.
and I got that staunched (okay, i held a touch of toilet paper over it for about twenty seconds and it was fine).
But then I thought I had such a good idea because I bought liquid bandage the other day. I could cover it with that!
but it's a lot my liquid than you would think.

idiot.

I'm not a happy girl right now.
I'm coming to terms with a medical issue that I really should have just gotten taken care of two years ago and has now grown far out of proportion. an ingrown toenail. a nasty icky painful and rather gross ingrown toenail that I know the podiatrist will admonish me about (which makes me want to cry).
But M has told me that he won't talk to me until I make an appointment to get it fixed.
which actually did make me cry.

I'm also finally coming to terms with having been raped repeatedly by one of my ex-roommate's friends several years ago. I'm fairly certain that I really don't want to talk about it. But just thinking about it as rape makes a lot of how I felt that year a lot more clear to me.

Also, just for reference "I can't stand you" should never be moaned during sex. even if I did understand after a moment that what M really meant was something along the lines of "I can't hold back, I'm going to come in about 2 second if you don't stop moving right now". It still kind of pulls you out of the moment.
I love him anyway.