The world was a mess but her
hair was, y'know..... a mess
because she just got fucked.
We British are eloquent, refined, nostalgic, charming, eccentric, awkward, self-deprecating and sometimes... Just sometimes... we're complete and utter filth.
I’m tethered to my mobile internet and it’s not letting me access this blog. Though, of course I can post to it.
I hate everything
Since when did bleeding from the genitals achieve ANYTHING?! I could be having awesome sex this evening, maybe even sober, which would be a first for us two. But nooooo, I have to come on a week off schedule. Usually I have a 7 week gap, then a one or two week gap. I’m due on either next week or the week after.
So now I can’t get laid. I got sex last night for the first time in 9 weeks (yes, I was dying inside). But ask me when I last had sober sex? No fucking clue.
I’ll update about Thursdays evening of activities later today. Amusingly from his computer.
The one with a full house.
Remember this post? Shortly after, myself and MD decided to get one each. Yes, we made it into a game. And by jove, we did it. Not only did number thirteen become number thirteen but also meant 3 out of 3. Because guess who are living together next year? 3, 12 and 13. Achievement unlocked.
Was actually alright sex. Very normal. That doesn’t necessarily mean bad but I’m used to recent antics with Eleven and Ten, I’ve rather gotten used to the rough and tumble that I prefer. I’m most pleased by the fact that I seemed to impress. Which is always fun.
Also, I utterly buggered off straight after as I was pissed and wanted to sleep before work. Forever, I am classy. Forever.
| What's 24cm in inches? |
| Don't say that to the group... it'll sound like you're bragging. |
Mooching through old texts in my phone.
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