SuCoGoddess

I had gone to this amazing hip-hop fest with my friend and her boyfriend on my birthday. Her boyfriend just so happened to be the sponsor of the event and I got to meet the headliner. Had no idea he was someone famous until I got home and looked him up 😂

That was before surgery. I decided to kick my roommate out and have my apartment to myself again. I don't care what country you're from. In America, we flush our toilet paper - not wipe our ass and put it in the garbage bin. Gross. He had to go.

I thought I'd spend my recovery in my bed, knitting, and watching TV. I had no idea I wouldn't be able to sit, or lay, or stand. Ugh. Worst recovery I've ever had. I now own titanium and had a drain for a little bit but it's out now. I just hit 3 weeks today, and even though the pain is more manageable, I'm still miserable.

I'm supposed to continue to use my walker but I just can't get used to it. I mean, I'll use it at home, but I hate the looks I get. I know nobody means any harm and no one is rude, I just feel stupid. Instead, I bring my cute cane which only makes the pain worse but at least I still have my dignity while I'm dying on the inside. 😂

🤣 I thought about doing some sexy pictures with my walker but I think I'll wait a little while longer so I can move a little better. Friends have come to visit me and my mom stayed with me for 9 days to take care of me, which I really appreciated. 🖤 I know I'm ranting but I just thought I'd pop in to say hello and I hope you all are doing incredibly well! 💜

I had a very interesting evening. About six months ago I moved to a different city for a new job and was living in a two bedroom, two bath suite, on the top floor, at the Hilton for a month. The staff made sure I had all the accommodations I needed, and to assist with that, they sent an engineer to my room to figure out the bed situation. In walked this gorgeous Venezuelan man. Tall, mid 30's, gorgeous smile, and a nice body. I wanted this man. Correction. I needed this man!

It didn't take me long. I got him. I knew nothing would come out of it but it was a pleasant way to welcome me to this new city.

I was supposed to be living there for three months, but at almost $200 a night, common sense said I could get a lease on an apartment cheaper than those three months. So, I moved, leaving my beautiful Venezuelan behind.

He'd call and want to see me but going to bed at 6p and getting up at 3a doesn't give me much of a social life so I'd shrug him off and decline. I've been on medical leave for a month now and I'm fucking bored. He called once again and I finally said yes! I jumped on the highway and drove back to my Hilton I once called home. I haven't seen him in four months but I'm not nervous.

He tells me he has a room for me and I meet him upstairs. As I start to give up waiting for him, I turn the corner, and there he is. Before I can process anything, his hands engulf my face, and our lips lock. The earth exploded, taking everything with it except for Mr. Venezuela and I in the middle of the hallway.

I did a thing on another website. I'm finalizing the details and will let you know where I'll be so you can see ALL of me! 🖤🖤🖤