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so much packed into today that i don't even know where to start.

work. 4 days in and i'm really... sadly and pathetically fucking tired of getting up at eight and going to bed at midnight. those are not prime sleeping hours!!!... not to mention that Iain is habitually a night-hawk, so i go to bed with him pottering about in the next room and i only ever half-doze; i swear, it's like having a baby, you're just on the alert for it to wake up and have some need... only it's me needing him. bed is so cold without him in it

mmm mmm. i keep on kidding that we need to find another person to sleep with, on my other side, like a jen sandwich... he thinks i'm joking, i'm not so sure.

So what asm I doing at work? Plugging phones, mostly to toothless trashers who spend their dole money buying phones with more gadgets than they'll ever have the wits to use... (note: also wreeking of Tesco Value Whiskey... or whatever the hell it is they drink these days - absinthe, eris23? are you giving that recipe out to these boneheads?!)(kidding )

Likewise more of Fionas wedding plans ... today i got to see the wedding bands. learned that she, 28 , is still a virgin because jesus said that fornication is to the soul what 20 paracetamol in a oner is to the body.

hmmmm... any thoughts here? is religion just one extreme game of Simon says??? jesus says touch your toes... touch someone elses toes... oh, you're out! straight to hell wi' ye!

and on the flip side we have claire... claire this... young lithe voluptule who comes in in low-cut tank-tops and tight trousers and high heels... i'm pretty sure i would let her dominate me. oh just tie me up and have your way with me you hell-kitten. really i'm starting to make myself sick with it. just... she needs to stop smelling so nicely and looking so fucking great.

so iain met me for lunch -

and then we got dinner for tonight as we had company... i made fajitas, they turned out hot and messsssy, the best way to eat most things (... dot dot dot) ahm.... so Fiona NOT from work but from DoJ came over... and she's like eating these fajitas and the sauce is running down her forearm... it was cute.

so we ate and she looked at my portfolio and said it was coming along well, and as iain is going into kirkcaldy for mummy dearest's birthday this weekend i'm going to go through and crash in the residence hall with Fi. which will be... an adventure.

andddddd i think i opened a can of worms on one of the posting boards... someone asked how you know if you're in love and this... duder with a puppet on his profile picture comes along and goes, 'check out this guy (GUY! that's right, you read correctly), he's the oracle of human nature' because my point was that if you are really in true love you WILL know, you'll feel it is different. you'll sacrifice and forgive infinitely, you just... are affected by it so deeply that it's impossible not to 'know', and this DUDE comes along and calls me a GUY, like c'mon folks, is it not blatantly OBVIOUS that i am a fucking FEMALE by my profile? yuh-hungh, me thinks. so i get on my high horse and start criticising him for lack of initiative, not checking the situation before shooting his foot off... and he apologized, but i guess i was feeling particularly antagonistic because i just sort of dra-g-g-ed it out longer than i needed to. i don't know. but sorry DUDE if you're reading this, i didn't mean to bite your balls off, i just think... right, is this what got me into that pickle in the first place? ha ha ha.

anywhooooooo it's now almost midnight here and as much as i feel it's a waste of time... i'm the kind of person who goes ballistic and nonsensical if i don't get sleep for a certain amount of time. not to mention that fucking zz top just came on VH1 classic and if i don't change it my brain will haemorrhage...