Say Yes

That's what the love heart candy I just eated said. I'm fully aware eated isn't a word, but I'm going to use it anyway. Because I want to. I contemplated not using it as my title, and using the next candy instead, but it saId "Keep Cool". I'll keep you updated on what the candy is telling my throughout this blog, however long this particular blog may last. I've already lost the ability to hold conversations with people, so who knows. I should just read things. But I can't be bothered. Well, I kind of can, but I can't at the same time. You know?

I'm at work(of course). I've had about 4 hours of sleep "I LOVE YOU"*. I can't form words properly anymore. I might be ever so slightly hung over. LIFE IS GOOOOOOOOD. Don't worry, I have tomorrow off. As long as I get to bed at a reasonable time, everything will be okay. My boobs look pretty good. It hasn't gone unnoticed. I'm also wearing a tiny skirt. It's so little. I quite enjoy it. I do roll over the top of the skirt(it doesn't make it sit any higher, I just fit it funny otherwise). "DEAR ONE"* Ow. My head just started hurting. "I SURRENDER"*That's a great one. I just wish to state, that I'm not eating my candy ridiculously fast, I just keep doing other things because my attention span is tiny. And every time I get a call it interrupts my typing(a window pops up and "JUST YOU"* and it stops me from typing) I also keep getting distracted by the sound of his voice. It's so distracting. For me. All the time. Especially right now. He went down on me before. It was magical. MAGICAL. EAT IT. IT TASTES LIKE CANDY! It doesn't. I don't think it does. I could be wrong. There could be genital flavoured candy. Imagine that! Crazy!

I'm totally entertaining myself waaaaaay too much right now. My typing isn't quite as smooth as it normally is. I blame the sleep thing. Probs doesn't help that I didn't get a proper sleep on Friday night either. Because drinking was more fun. I could have gotten 6 hours sleep last night also, if not for the lure of a delicious beverage. So so so tasty. Tasty isn't the right word. But it kind of is. Because, mmmmmmmm, but not because of flavour necessarily, but more for the feeeeling. I really want to have a good boogy. I really wanted to last night. But I didn't. Ooooh, last night. I'ma write about that!

So, I was helping T-Bag with stage manager duties for the Gangsters Ball. It was pretty rad. Made me want to do burlesque. And wear AMAZING nipple pasties. I actually saw some of the most amazing nipple pasties ever. They were beautiful, black, rose design ones, that went up from the nipple and were super pretty. I want. And they were hot(the ladies). So hot. And now I want to do it. Because while they all had pretty stunning bodies, and often had amazing arses, there was a real lack in the breast department. So I figure doing burlesque will make my butt more fabulous, and give me some sweet absicle definition(I've really lost motivation with that but I think I did some SWEET ab exercise drinking in bed cos daaaaamn they hurt), and I'll get to wear pretty costumes. I don't know if I have the performer thing though. I don't know that I could do it. And if I'm going to go crazies and spend that much money on fancy underwear, people better be seein it. Otherwise, what's the point? "ONLY YOU"* So anyway, I went along, helped out, made friends with the drag queen, strutted around in my pretty dress, and....yep. Got ladies water...fetched them from the dressing room from time to time. Exciting times! It was actually really cool. Because I wouldn't have gone otherwise, but it meant that I got to see the performances. And I got to look pretty.

AND DRANK. I Drank too. It was rad. I didn't want to go home. I wanted to stay and party with T-Bag. But I knew better. Although, didn't make it home until 2."OH BOY"*(that's a goodun, but not quite as amazing as the "GRANNY P" one I got in the last packet.)"BE MINE"* I love their slight fizzyness.

Work is super quiet right now. It was busy first thing in the morning, but it reeeeeeeally slowed down after 9. I've only taken 30 calls in the last 3 hours. That's not very many. Lucky I've had other things to entertain me...Is that sex I can smell? Hmmm. I think I'm just imagining it. And it would be sex, just his smell. Nom his smell. "GROW UP"*"WOW* And that's the end of the packet. And the end of todays blog. In case you didn't guess, everything with an asterix is what the candy said. GUM!

Monday Afternoon.

I have nothing to do.

I'm at work, but filled with boredom. Also crampyness. But not the angry. Which is suprising. Probably helps that I'm not dealing with people on phones. Day two of non smoking and bleeding just started. I think it's the way to go. I don't know that it is. But last time I stopped properly for that whoooooole month, I got my period that week too.

Oh. Look. I have things I should be doing. I'm shutting all my internet windows and I'm going to deal to them now. And pee. Yes. THis has been a great blog.

Oh, erotic blog update: Seriously thinking about doing it. If I get adsense google something or other on it, then I can get money if people click on ads. Opinions? Would you click things for me?

I want

An animal hat.

Oh wait.

I already own one.

A pandaclava.




I want another.

I have grown up parties.

Gosh.

DICKSLAP!

I'm exciting.

I've been craaaaaaaazy this weekend. LOLOLOL not at all. I've been doin nothin. Nothin but cleaning. Cleanin my house. Eatin some things. Trying to remember what I did on Friday...wait. I played the Game of Life. It didn't go very well.

I started by going to college(yes, I'm talking about the game), I graduated as a doctor, sweeeeet, and then, I had twins, I didn't land on pay day for ages, people kept suing me, bought myself a shitty motor home(it was all I could afford), and thwen I lost my job, and I became a pro athlete, which paid okay, but you know, the lifestyle, it takes it's toll on the bank account. Especially when people keep suing you all the time and you need to buy your expensive luxury vehicles and life just keeps on shitting in your lap. I tried to drive my foreign sports car(I couldn't afford it, but you know, the lifestyle, living outside my means, yeah! Whoooo!) with my husband and twin boys off a cliff. I wasn't allowed to apparently. I may have become quite sulky around this period of the game, and, admittedly, a little angry. That's what happens when you're a doctor who loses their liscence because they're running a meth lab out of their motor home and then turns pro athlete but continues to abuse prescription medication and uses steroids. The roids make you angry. And shrink your junk. I don't have any junk to shrink though so it's okay.

Yesterday I cleaned my hovel. I spent a lot of time putting it off. Because I didn't want to clean. I was annoyed also because the weather was shit and it was my one day off and I wanted to crank through my washing. I washed my sheets. That was as far as I got. With my washing that is. I mopped the floors to perfection. PERFECTION! Honestly, I moved shit around(fridge, oven) and cleaned under them and they were horrific before I came along, and I cleaned all down the side of the oven and then fridge and you could see it sparkle and it was beautiful . So amazing. The landlord said our kitchen was messy. WHAT? WHERE?! I HATE YOU LANDLORD! YOU CAN SUCK MY BIG JUICY BALLS. Yeah. That's exactly how I feel about it.

So, I'm working today. In the call centre. It is Sunday after all. I can't even get onto the 6th floor right now. It being the weekend and all. I wish I could get on the 6th floor. My poor apple. It must be lonely. I want to eat it. NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM I love you my apple princess. I wish I was drunk. All I've drunk this weekend is 2 beers. That's it. Making a stab at the stopping smoking again. Crap. I just want to keep doing it, but I don't at the same time. It's so frustrating. Ah addiction. I feel stink scabbing either way. Need to sort it.

I just feel like saying things, and then reiterating it in CAPS. See? SEE?! I feel like it really makes a statement.

GUESS WHO GOT LAID ON FRIDAY?! Yeah, that's right, it was me. I can't talk about it in depth now though. Because that would be inappropriate for the work place. I'm thinking about starting an erotic blog. I really think I might. I don't even need to have real experiences to write about, because my imagination is filthy enough to write hundreds of blogs. They might become repetitive. I'll try not to let them get that way. Also, I already have so many things to write about. Do you think emotional analysis would be okay in it? Like, "he looked troubled, something was clearly bothering him as he..." Is that okay? IS IT?! I don't know. But I think it's necessary. So necessary. And yes, that is a reference to Fridays sex. So troubled. I will have words. I need to. Mostly just cos. I think...I don't know. I need to pee. I probably should post this before I go due to the people in the room presently.

Just so you know, things are getting better. I still have bad days, but they're getting better. Much better.

Looking Up

So

I started my new job last week. I think it's going better. I still don't have any work to do. I'm passing the time though. Still get to see himself too which is good. Maybe not as frequently as I would like, but still, I get to see him. We had coffee this morning. I paid. Don't want him to think I'm just using him....hahahaha nah, I just think I should pay sometimes. Because I'm a lady for equality, and that means buying him a coffee every now and then. It's not like he hasn't bought me copious amounts of coffee and some lunch...

The new job, checking timetables. It's boring as hell. I think I would often rather be in the call centre. It's kinda nice having my own space though. Well, it was a whole room to myself for a while, but now I share it with 2 other ladies. One is a lovely gay roughly the same age as myself, the other is a from South Africa, but is Indian, and is new to the company. She's nice. She asks me a lot of questions. I don't really know all the answers but I pretend I do all the same...Hahaha nah, I'm quite open about things when I don't know how to do them. Or when things mysteriously don't work. I have my own phone line though. Oooooooh yeah! 830 4289. I also have an internal extension number, but none of you need that in any way shape or form. (it's actually the last 4 digits).I think that may be the most exciting part so far. The woman who trained me(and is still training me a bit I guess) is fairly incompetent when it comes to teaching. I'm sure she can do it, she's just crap at teaching it. And I don't really like her. She's a bit shit. And gigantic. Hahahaha. Not actually gigantic, she's just a tall lady. Like an Amazon. A pear shaped body also. Love my hourglass.

I turned 25 on Wednesday. I contemplated having a quarter life crisis. I think it passed. Which is good. Because in the past year I have actually achieved a WHOLE bunch of things. I may have been single the entire time, but that's way better than the year before in which I was unemployed for the entire duration. Now that was depressing. But now, I dunno, I think I'm doing good. I'm fitter now, than I can ever remember being, which is awesome. I'm gonna get me some sweet ab definition by New Years. And, I have a job which pays...fairly decently considering how little education I've had, and the fact that it is a relatively unskilled job. And I even get shifted around in the building because of my super awesome powers. I feel like my skills are being under-utilised, but still being recognised. Which is something at least. And the only form of sexual harassment is welcomed. And there's talk of promotion, which is awesome, even if the pay rate doesn't increase that much, it will look really good on my CV. And that's what I'm kind of about presently. Preparing for the future. Whatever it may hold. Because I can either let life pass me by, or try and make the most of it. And I'm ready to make the most of it.

Ooooh, what else have I done in the past year...I got a sugar daddy, and got rid of him. I went to Japan, without any language abilities. I survived, I think it made me stronger. I think as long as you learn and grown from experiences nothing is wasted. I realised last night, that...shit. B* . I realised he has a few common attributes with Daniel, but without the negative ones. Makes sense. Pretty much, everything that Daniel wanted to do was just a pipe dream, and was very rarely going to pan out. B* decides he wants to do something, and he works for it, and makes it happen. What else has happened...ummmm. I think I've been sacking up and taking charge of things a bit more. Which has been hard work. But I know it has to happen. Things aren't going to happen unless I make them happen. I'm trying to figure out whether I should text James and be like "oi. I wanna hang out with you tonight" or not. I wouldn't use those words. You see, I can't be bothered doing anything tonight. There's fireworks, but I know they always make me disappointed, and after going to Japan and watching an hour long display, I'm pretty sure only fireworks I let off at home which have some sort of danger element can really compete. I NEED DANGER!

I've really lost momentum. Lunch really took it out of me. I think I got too distracted by other things. I wanted to buy a corset at lunch, because I saw some in the farmers(I know, I know) catalogue, and they looked kinda rad. They didn't have my size. I want a proper corset. I saw some at im, well, in their catalogue(underwear porn to the max), and nom nomnomnomnom SO PRETTY but also very expensive. Like, hundreds of dollars. More than 5 hundreds of dollars. I can't justify that. It's half my savings. Sure, they're beautiful, but that's just too much. And what if my boobs suddenly get bigger/smaller or....or....I don't know. Either way, as sad as it makes me to say.

Okay, just asked if I can steal some of his time this weekend. I'm attempting becoming a tiny bit more aggressive, but in a non threatening way, just in more of a...I know what I want and I'm going to get it. That sounded aggressive. I'm just working on taking charge of stuff. I really want to spank him. I'm going to.