Erica Scott: Life, Love and Spanking

Ruminations, opinionated observations, darkly humorous blathering and the occasional rant from an outspoken spanko and unapologetic attention wh–, um, hog.

Yes, I’m in a bad mood

Trying to get some work done, and they are replacing some of the pipes in my apartment building. Pipes that are apparently very close to my unit. So, it’s been BANG BANG BANG, POUND POUND POUND, THUD THUD CRASH BANG for hours. This is not working wonders for my concentration, or for my temper.

So take a break, Erica. Go to the gym and work off the aggravation. Can’t. I tweaked my back and it hurts. No gym for me. I know better than to exercise when my back is out.

Steve left early this morning for his vacation. Haven’t heard from him since he called to cancel this week, last Sunday, and, despite his promises to write, to text, to send pictures, I can pretty much bet that I won’t hear from him again until after he comes home sometime next week. I know he doesn’t mean it. I know it’s not personal; it’s just what he does. He’s scattered and he forgets, especially when he’s all excited about a trip. Still sucks, though. It doesn’t take much to get me feeling forgotten, even though I know I’m not. Bleah.

I need a spanking like crazy. Sometimes, I really do wish I had more local top friends, ones who could step in when Steve isn’t available. Then again, I couldn’t play now anyway. Because, you know, my back hurts.

John is going back to work next Tuesday. I wish he were taking another couple of weeks off. He’s just starting to get his energy back, doing some odd jobs and projects around his house, and I wish he had a little more time to build up and be fully ready. But it’s been nine weeks. His friend and co-worker has been calling him nearly every day, regaling him with work stories (and no, they’re not fun, feel-good stories), which annoys the hell out of me. Why do people do that? What, is John supposed to feel guilty or something? He says he doesn’t mind, that in a way, it gets him prepared for what he’s coming back to. Meh. I didn’t want him thinking about work.

Just read online today that Maggie Gyllenhaal (you know, from Secretary), who is now 37, was turned down for a role playing the love interest of a 55-year-old man, because she’s “too old.” Thirty-seven is too old for a fifty-five-year-old?? UGH! I hate our ageist society. Just effing hate it. On FetLife, a woman wrote that her friends are making age jokes because it’s her 30th birthday. Sometimes, I want to slap people. Repeatedly.

Ugh. This day can kiss my ass.

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9 thoughts on “Yes, I’m in a bad mood

  1. Sweetsong on said:

    Boy, Erica, do you need a spanking! In the absence of a local Top, London isn’t that far away… 😉

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  2. (sigh) Men just don’t get the “if you don’t text or communicate when you’re not here, then I feel like you don’t miss/want/love me” thing. I just wish it didn’t hurt us so much when it happens – you would think we would have gotten used to it by now, but nope.

    If you can’t get a spanking, then I’d say go for the next best thing and have a girls’ afternoon/evening out! And, if that doesn’t pan out, you can always vent to me. I know I’m not at my best at the moment, but I am still here. 🙂 Love ya! (hugs)

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  3. Bobbie Jo on said:

    Somehow, our culture reminds me of “Logan’s Run.” Just wait until the 30 somethings get to be my age and have to deal with that “you are too old” crap. I wish our society venerated the aged like some other cultures do. Older people are full of interesting stories.

    As for venting, you can vent all you want to me as well.

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  4. Bobbie Jo — Logan’s Run, or Wild in the Streets. Remember that 60s flick? Everyone over 30 was put in a camp and kept permanently tripping on LSD.

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  5. While I’m very glad to hear that John’s return to health has continued to the point where he feels able to cope with the strains of the workplace I agree with you that he would be better advised to leave it for a few more weeks. It has always been necessary for us to work to live. Nowadays so many of us seem to live to work. The social pressures, leave alone the financial ones, to work until we drop have increased enormously over the last decade or two. And I certainly sympathise with you: oh, my dear, I’d never realised how awkward it is to be topless in SoCal! All the best, Joe.

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  6. Graham on said:

    best thing for a bad back Erica…………..a good swim,works wonders believe me

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