The Great Ball of Pubis

Herrow!



I am staying true to my word. Oh shiz, just remembered I haven't emailed back a very special lady. I'll do that after!



So this weekend right. Went to a circus themed 21st. I did, in true me style, wear underwear, suspender belt and stockings, heels, and a blue(see through) dress with tassles. So effectively, I was in my underwear, with a thin veil of modesty. I wasn't fooling anyone. I was a circus sluz and I loved it. I gave a lappy. It was well recieved even though he doesn't enjoy the flesh of the woman folk. I got relatively drunk, did a booty dance or two, jiggled my titties, and did general me things. And got fed breakfast in the morning.



And then, THEN(it made it more dramatic right?), I had a 60th to attend. (Just so you know, multitasking to the max presently, so I might randomly trail off on unknown paths from time to time). OMG I CAN'T STAY FOCUSED. I keep jumping all over the place. I'm pretty sure there were multiple hours between warning of trailing off and actually typing this portion. It's because I'm doing work. I'm actually doing work. Sometimes. I've been doing a lot of procrastination too. I'm coming back to the 60th p.s. I'll probably do it in a new paragraph though because this one is filled with babble about my procrastinating. Fuck yeah!

P.S. I wrote this 3 days ago. Sorry. My bad.

Hello Homeless

Louse would cunt punch me for claiming homelessness. Because, I do have a house to live in. A house of anxiety. A house recently described by friends as the cleanest hovel. Because, to be honest, it's a run-down, rickety ass piece of shit, and I hate it, but yes, very clean. Always so clean. My dad is weird. I hate living with him. It's unnatural. Just, it shouldn't be done. It makes me anxious. So anxious. SO SO ANXIOUS. It's only for two weeks. Two weeks. I can do this. I want to vomit. That may be caused by the lack of sleep. I'm going to take my break. And walk around the block. And try and not feel like shit. GOOD LUCK LOSER.

It didn't work. Not really. Maybe a little. Now I just kind of feel a bit hot and uncomfortable. But not really hot. My words aren't real good today. Probably because I only had 4.5 hours sleep last night, and I'm suspicious that on Friday night I may have had barely more than that. I plan on returning to my neat and tidy hovel after work(I finish at 4.30) and going to bed. Straight to bed. I might be lying. I can't make any promises. But presently, I would quite like to go there, and go to sleep. Because I'm RATHER emotional at the moment, and well, maybe it might sort me out. A little. Perhaps? Please? I want the sleep to for ever. LET ME DO IT! Or maybe just for two weeks. Go on.

I'm abandoning finishing this post. I got a pash in the kitchen. Made me happy. I was going to talk about Carl and his ball of pubes, but that can wait till tomorrow. Yes. Ball of Pubes. It shall be the title. Because, yes.

Also, gave my first lap dance to a lovely ginger gay at his 21st. WILL POST TOMORROW.

It's been a long time coming

Hey yo

I haven't written in ages. Because I've been a busy, busy lady. SO BUSY. SO MUCH STRESS! OMG THE FUCKING STRESS OF IT ALL. Seriously. There's been a lot going on lately. A house. I need a house. Hopefully, I will have a house by the end of today. I MIST! Typo but I like it. But seriously, just got a call about this sweet lil house on Boston Terrace, and I just need the approval of the other two, and we can sign the lease. And move in on the 11th, which is kinda the outter limit for acceptable dates, but at the same time, so worth it. I won't have to catch buses anymore. IT WILL ROCK.

I have a plethora of half drunk beverages on my desk. Okay. I exagerate. I have a bottle of water, a bottle of red bull I just cracked open, and a cup of tea that's been two thirds drunk, but was made over 2 hours ago. NOM.

OMG I HAVE A HOUSE! On Boston Tce. This blog has taken me all day to write and I've written barely anything. I've been too occupied with houses. And organising my future flatties. And giving and recieving sweet sweet oral. Today has been good. I was a bit emo yesterday, feeling downtrodden and losing hope. But now, I just got offered a second house, the man I've been pining for for weeks made out with me, ate my puss, and recieved oral himself. May have played, ever so slightly, with his ass(no penetration).

I LOVE TODAY!

I'm going to blog properly tomorrow. When things have kind of settled a tiny bit. Or maybe they won't have. I will though. Before I go away for 4 days. TO BDO! This week should, in theory, rock my socks so hard. It's already starting to shape up very nicely.