as its been fucking ages,

I brought alot of work home to do, and i havent touched it, I have however joined fat club, sorted out my money, worked out ill be debt free next month untill I pay for my holiday ;)

 a week in amsterdam, i think its going to be pretty good.

Fam and home is much the same: living back with the ‘rents has picked up some, relationships with other members of the household are still pretty low, im still fucking angry and havent developed the appropriate level of maturity to let it all go yet, so I’m still angry, such a productive way to channel my energies

work is super super busy, i like it though, Im thinking about doing a course in management. I need to gee myself up for it. When I did my law qualification I really struggled and passed by sheer luck and I really did try my hardest, I dont think Im designed for that kind of learning essays and studying and what not.

Im not stupid or I wouldnt have the job and earn the money I do, but it annoys me that there is something out there that I cant do. Maybe I should focus on dealing with my obsession of being able to “do it if i wanted to ” instead of commiting to an expensive and probs overrated qualifcation :S

the boy! who shall for the purposes of this blog being open and all shall be reffered to as “the hot cliche” or THC (get it?? the boy is a stoner, and his code is THC? if you dont get it then you are obv stupid or don read my proper blog enough! so yeah just stupid :) ))

well the boy is smitten with me and quite rightly so I say ;)

i can honestly say that i didnt think it was possible to get one with someone, fancy them ( thats such a shit term) - want to fuck them constantly,

*oh yeah ill talk about the sex in another post- well maybe i wont, this is a pretty  blog and i dont want to distract from the flowers with filth*

and well love them.

Darling Dave (DD) was a “good” guy, he was a lot of things but he wasnt bad and although after the intial flush we didnt have much fun we also didnt have alot of bad stuff, correct me if you think im wrong but can you really love someone that doesnt want you, like really really fucking WANT you

the way THC kisses me he wants me, its like when you stand up to quick and your brain does a little flip and you feel sick ( that doesnt sound very nice, does it)

— frankly my lovelies I am happy, happy being wanted by the person I want —