serious nose blowing at midnight
this is the result of a bewitchingly summery 2 days, whereby winter layers have been cast off, as have woolen scarves. today the finishing touch to my office-office ensemble was a glamorous greyscale leopard print silk scarf, with tassels, but no insulating properties. therefore, my head is stuffed again, with phlegm producing processes. sigh. or rather, pbhhhhhhhhhttt!
it's been a killer week, and it's not really over, as i'm working both saturday and sunday. but there's some sort of sense of release, of closure. how weird... i haven't finished my report or the other report that i'm only partly responsible for, i haven't gotten laid, and i haven't even made a life changing decision this week.
tonight was nice. after deciding early on that life sucks and my boss sucks and there's nothing to look forward to in life, ever, at all, 7 p.m. brought a mellow mood in the aftermath of a productive discussion with said boss on the stuck report, and a sudden plan for girlytalking at South Bank. the girl in question has been rather questionable so far, being one of those goody-two-shoes organic chicken eaters. tonight however, she wanted to discuss how her new fling-friend was the best foreplay she'd ever had, and i suppose this may have made her stoop to my level of banality and crudeness in a long pizza and wine filled conversation, which was delightful. ah no, forgive the harshness - she is lovely, it was lovely, and i think i can call her 'friend' now. she still remains insecure and anal and has a horrible fake laugh, but we can't all be perfect.
and how're you?
it's been a killer week, and it's not really over, as i'm working both saturday and sunday. but there's some sort of sense of release, of closure. how weird... i haven't finished my report or the other report that i'm only partly responsible for, i haven't gotten laid, and i haven't even made a life changing decision this week.
tonight was nice. after deciding early on that life sucks and my boss sucks and there's nothing to look forward to in life, ever, at all, 7 p.m. brought a mellow mood in the aftermath of a productive discussion with said boss on the stuck report, and a sudden plan for girlytalking at South Bank. the girl in question has been rather questionable so far, being one of those goody-two-shoes organic chicken eaters. tonight however, she wanted to discuss how her new fling-friend was the best foreplay she'd ever had, and i suppose this may have made her stoop to my level of banality and crudeness in a long pizza and wine filled conversation, which was delightful. ah no, forgive the harshness - she is lovely, it was lovely, and i think i can call her 'friend' now. she still remains insecure and anal and has a horrible fake laugh, but we can't all be perfect.
and how're you?
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