Watch me spew poison...Hell knows no fury

Just tucked Nic nicely to bed. Yes, that's what I did. He insisted that I cuddled with him in bed till he's asleep and then I can do whatever the hell I want. He's still very clingy and it tickles me cos this sort of needy behavior is so out of character for him. Prior to our little altercation last week, I could never have possibly imagined him acting like that. Not that I am complaining, but I would rather be the needy, pouty, petulant and pampered one in the relationship. The one whose every whim and fancy is indulged by the ever accommodating, loving and over-indulgent boyfriend. The one who cries and hollers to get her way. It's just so much easier to be pampered than to pamper. This used to be the way and it's the way things are supposed to be! Well, now the situation seems to have reversed. He whines and pouts to get his way and justifies his behavior by saying " you need to make it up to me, remember? I have spoilt you rotten, now you have to learn to accommodate me, babe." Ok, 3 more days of making it up to you in whatever way you choose and that's it. No more of accomodating to you. 3 Days later, I expect natural order, or at least some semblance of order to be restored. Amen.

Did some shopping today, a purple shirt with frills caught my eye, but it's so expensive. 279 bucks for a shirt. That sure is indulgent. And this is not the best time to spend freely, especially when I am not gainfully employed. I though it would complement the white skirt I bought last week. Why the hell am I buying so many new clothes at a time when I am not working? What occassion would I have to wear them?