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[04 May 2008|12:50am] |
Ten days until my holiday. So close, and yet, so far. So near, yet, so distant. I need this holiday so much, you've no idea. I am desperately tired, and nothing will feel better than waking up during that time, knowing I can just stay there.
Bank holiday is half over. Just Sunday lunch and Monday to get done. Then another week until the fourteenth.
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[04 May 2008|04:09pm] |
Hot and heavy, irritable work. Nothing much until the last half hour, then typically, the late people rolled in. During work, some maypole dancers and drummers convened in the car park, I gather part of some twinning ceremony. All quite festive. There was a terrifying twenty foot model of a french bloke, and a nun of equal size. I had to hide behind a counter. It freaked me right out.
One more day of this poxy Bank Holiday to go. Sigh.
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[04 May 2008|04:30pm] |
Frasier Crane grimaced, as the shit foreced it's way through his arsehole like a small slug. It felt like giving birth. In the distance, a bell rang. It was time to let his dad out of the cess pit.
I've been thinking about attraction, and how rare it is for me. Turns out that, despite being horny a lot, and watching my fair share of the beast with two backs online, the satisfaction of lustful instincts is the easy bit. The all encompassing and wild, fiery passions of a pair of minds and couple of bodies that are mutual, is so rare. Sex, is nothing, without love. I truly believe that. Still! What a mug, eh?
If I didn't, I would not be me, yes? That's right. So, wanking is fine, but real sex is different. It's almost a miracle for me to be that into someone. Rebecca probably. But if her and I were in a room together, would my desires comeforth, or would nothing..come. Eeeeshhh..I think i'd know, and so would she. Naughty brunette bastard. I like her very much.
Anyway, here are some made up rules of attraction, written from the personal of a person who doesn't exist, to nobody.
"Man seeking woman. Must have small eyes and big fists. Must like looking at a picture of a horse standing on it's hind legs, wearing a top hat. Must be sexually aroused by footage of lepers fleeing earthquakes. Must have clitoris that looks like the face of Doc out of Back to the future. Must like being sick through a megaphone"
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