Holy crapola- tub running full of soapy bubbles and a hot mug of tea about to be handed to me...
Now I just need a good shoulder-rub- anyone wanna?
I worked nine hours straight today (not even so much as a lunch-break) and I am - as they say here in Scotland 'knackered' (gotta love Scots slang)... I find myself feeling a love/hate kinda thang for the whole... uh... thang. Like yes, I work with some great girls who are both charming and gorgeous (and alas, unattainable) but more often than not the time passes so slowly and I have to deal with the moist grotesquely bad mannered people that you kinda forget everything else and just want to throw your hands in the air... ha- and then of course there's the fact that my hypocondriac sister has to call me AT work and cry about how lonely she is... uh- s'gonna sound cold, but I just wanna go 'tell someone who cares'... she's basically a sponge who is constantly draining people for sympathy and affection but pretty self-centred when it comes to giving any out... to actually GIVING point blank. So I have her and the other sister who looks like a guy and is Mrs Stone Lady... like express emotions? Not a chance.
But yeah... today and every day seems sucky lately- mostly what I want to do is repeatedly call in sick and stay home, mess around, bake cookies and maybe do something crafty...
The boy is at me lately too- this is the guy who graduated art school and has basically been making his money painting inch-high metal Lord Of The Rings figures... armies of the things... for this guy who is like.. 40 and has his attic converted into a number of battlefields on which he wargames with these armies of figures Iain paints for him... it pays well, but I have to wonder how fulfilled he is. Lately he's on a slant taht he wants to do a graphic novel, sort of a French-Sci-Fi kinda thing but (regardless of the novel-writing) he can't seem to come up with a plot for it that's ORIGINAL...
I think taking him to Edinburgh and seeing the Warhol exhibition that's on might do both of us the world of good...
He's gotten that little-boy-lost look in his eye of late- something which is sort of adorable but sorta deceptive. A couple of nights ago we had the best sex I've ever had which is.. really saying a lot. The intensity of having someone who knows exactly how to touch you and where and when is... really mindblowing sometimes. Knowing when to be rough, knowing when to be gentle...
Mmmmh. Excuse me while I daydream and go slip into that nice hot bath...
Toodles
Now I just need a good shoulder-rub- anyone wanna?
I worked nine hours straight today (not even so much as a lunch-break) and I am - as they say here in Scotland 'knackered' (gotta love Scots slang)... I find myself feeling a love/hate kinda thang for the whole... uh... thang. Like yes, I work with some great girls who are both charming and gorgeous (and alas, unattainable) but more often than not the time passes so slowly and I have to deal with the moist grotesquely bad mannered people that you kinda forget everything else and just want to throw your hands in the air... ha- and then of course there's the fact that my hypocondriac sister has to call me AT work and cry about how lonely she is... uh- s'gonna sound cold, but I just wanna go 'tell someone who cares'... she's basically a sponge who is constantly draining people for sympathy and affection but pretty self-centred when it comes to giving any out... to actually GIVING point blank. So I have her and the other sister who looks like a guy and is Mrs Stone Lady... like express emotions? Not a chance.
But yeah... today and every day seems sucky lately- mostly what I want to do is repeatedly call in sick and stay home, mess around, bake cookies and maybe do something crafty...
The boy is at me lately too- this is the guy who graduated art school and has basically been making his money painting inch-high metal Lord Of The Rings figures... armies of the things... for this guy who is like.. 40 and has his attic converted into a number of battlefields on which he wargames with these armies of figures Iain paints for him... it pays well, but I have to wonder how fulfilled he is. Lately he's on a slant taht he wants to do a graphic novel, sort of a French-Sci-Fi kinda thing but (regardless of the novel-writing) he can't seem to come up with a plot for it that's ORIGINAL...
I think taking him to Edinburgh and seeing the Warhol exhibition that's on might do both of us the world of good...
He's gotten that little-boy-lost look in his eye of late- something which is sort of adorable but sorta deceptive. A couple of nights ago we had the best sex I've ever had which is.. really saying a lot. The intensity of having someone who knows exactly how to touch you and where and when is... really mindblowing sometimes. Knowing when to be rough, knowing when to be gentle...
Mmmmh. Excuse me while I daydream and go slip into that nice hot bath...
Toodles
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tatum:
Aww thanks for the compliment on my set sweetie 
What an adorable profile picture that is 
What an adorable profile picture that is 
soeffinhappy:
You should try insulting your customers a little more but try not to be too obvious about it. Stuff like, I understand you're upset, when someone as intelligent as you has to deal with an idiot like me, it's always difficult. Where do you work?