sunday at greencoat
12.26
well i'm rather sick of boys disappointing me left right and centre (current pique is regarding tam bram, with the piquage happening last evening, when he failed to treat me like the high princess that i clearly am). so, being rather fond of suicidal actions, i went and hinted to boy number 2 (who is on my mind the most right now, and who is the sole other occupant of the office this afternoon, and with whom i finally managed to have a nice conversation on friday, ensuring he understood that boy number 1 and i were over over over) that i'd spent the night in tooting, that wretched hive of scum and villiany. and this on top of my moderate euphoria all weekend that i'd avoided doing just that, having succesfully turned down bad boy number 1, literally in his mouth, with great fortitude in the face of sensual persuasion!
i am moron. i am legend. i am a legendary moron. and not even very productive even though in the office on sunday. i'm going to be here all day, so you haven't heard the last of this...
15.46
this is what i wanted to say: so i've been driving myself quite crazy about this, and since you're right here, and you just shared your lunch with me, can we have a little chat? [grinnnn] you probably realise that i like you, and there was a time you liked me too.. and somehow there's a little niggling doubt in my head that there might be something here. i don't know anything about you, your social life or anything; but if you think there's any chance that something could happen between us, i'd like to know it, and stop wondering.
this is what i said: d'you want this piece of chocolate?
because there was no reason to think the answer would be yes.
16.57
i took a sunset walk by the back alleys of westminster and down to millbank. something about the scene by the riverside made me think 'reassuring routines'.. someone was playing cricket with his little son; someone panted by, jogging; someone sat hugging themselves and their sexy boots on a bench; someone leaned on the high parapet and looked at me often. i communed with the lapping blue reflective surface of the thames (hah.. you call it dirty?).. and then came home to 6gcp3flr.
i am quite refreshed indeed from my walk. but cannot seem to review these policies fast enough, dratted deadlines.
well i'm rather sick of boys disappointing me left right and centre (current pique is regarding tam bram, with the piquage happening last evening, when he failed to treat me like the high princess that i clearly am). so, being rather fond of suicidal actions, i went and hinted to boy number 2 (who is on my mind the most right now, and who is the sole other occupant of the office this afternoon, and with whom i finally managed to have a nice conversation on friday, ensuring he understood that boy number 1 and i were over over over) that i'd spent the night in tooting, that wretched hive of scum and villiany. and this on top of my moderate euphoria all weekend that i'd avoided doing just that, having succesfully turned down bad boy number 1, literally in his mouth, with great fortitude in the face of sensual persuasion!
i am moron. i am legend. i am a legendary moron. and not even very productive even though in the office on sunday. i'm going to be here all day, so you haven't heard the last of this...
15.46
this is what i wanted to say: so i've been driving myself quite crazy about this, and since you're right here, and you just shared your lunch with me, can we have a little chat? [grinnnn] you probably realise that i like you, and there was a time you liked me too.. and somehow there's a little niggling doubt in my head that there might be something here. i don't know anything about you, your social life or anything; but if you think there's any chance that something could happen between us, i'd like to know it, and stop wondering.
this is what i said: d'you want this piece of chocolate?
because there was no reason to think the answer would be yes.
16.57
i took a sunset walk by the back alleys of westminster and down to millbank. something about the scene by the riverside made me think 'reassuring routines'.. someone was playing cricket with his little son; someone panted by, jogging; someone sat hugging themselves and their sexy boots on a bench; someone leaned on the high parapet and looked at me often. i communed with the lapping blue reflective surface of the thames (hah.. you call it dirty?).. and then came home to 6gcp3flr.
i am quite refreshed indeed from my walk. but cannot seem to review these policies fast enough, dratted deadlines.
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