Misspelling Stupid. Classic.
I didn't get sacked. A written warning, a bollocking that lasted 2 hours and death to the last remaining scraps of my self esteem were all I needed to endure. In the defence of my employers, I did act like a royal arse. In my defence; they took me to a party at the Sheraton, Park Lane and plied me with free alcohol for 7 hours. Not that surprising I didn't cover myself in glory.
Anyway, while I ride out the latest trauma in what seems to be the "How will Simon ruin his life" chronicles, I'll perhaps behave myself for a while. I actually went a weekend without drinking a single drop of booze which for me is a little achievement in itself.
Whilst my career stinks to high heaven at the moment, my love life has been on a recent high. Me and Kel have had a really cool couple of weeks which have been nice. With any relationship that has me as a component part, disaster can never be ruled out; but I would say the last fortnight has been two of the best weeks out of the last 12 months of our on/off trauma. Disappointing for the many ladies of the world desperate to see me available and free to rock their socks off, but positive for the other 3 billion who'd rather I was kept away from civilisation entirely.
I just wanted to end this journal by acknowledging Rigel, an SG I've heard is awesome, and in addition is extremely easy on my eyes. Thats the kind of boobage I'm talking about.
I'm off Camping at the weekend, in fact my practice indoor tent erection (not as seedy as it sounds) finished mere minutes ago. I can't wait to see Sky, JohnStich, The Entire NerdCave and co as it has been far too long. I'll report back with stories of Red Sick and sunburn if a certain somebody lives up to reputation.
Till next time, Ta Ra
I didn't get sacked. A written warning, a bollocking that lasted 2 hours and death to the last remaining scraps of my self esteem were all I needed to endure. In the defence of my employers, I did act like a royal arse. In my defence; they took me to a party at the Sheraton, Park Lane and plied me with free alcohol for 7 hours. Not that surprising I didn't cover myself in glory.
Anyway, while I ride out the latest trauma in what seems to be the "How will Simon ruin his life" chronicles, I'll perhaps behave myself for a while. I actually went a weekend without drinking a single drop of booze which for me is a little achievement in itself.
Whilst my career stinks to high heaven at the moment, my love life has been on a recent high. Me and Kel have had a really cool couple of weeks which have been nice. With any relationship that has me as a component part, disaster can never be ruled out; but I would say the last fortnight has been two of the best weeks out of the last 12 months of our on/off trauma. Disappointing for the many ladies of the world desperate to see me available and free to rock their socks off, but positive for the other 3 billion who'd rather I was kept away from civilisation entirely.
I just wanted to end this journal by acknowledging Rigel, an SG I've heard is awesome, and in addition is extremely easy on my eyes. Thats the kind of boobage I'm talking about.
I'm off Camping at the weekend, in fact my practice indoor tent erection (not as seedy as it sounds) finished mere minutes ago. I can't wait to see Sky, JohnStich, The Entire NerdCave and co as it has been far too long. I'll report back with stories of Red Sick and sunburn if a certain somebody lives up to reputation.
Till next time, Ta Ra
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My bedroom is the shit, in fact my whole flat is the shit! It's old school and huge and has ancient wallpaper and framed dead butterflies on the wall. A guy died in my spare room where my computer is kept. Ortus will be sleeping in it in a couple of weekends.. Mwah ha ha ha!