Damn FUN and it's consequences.
I'm being haunted by a bit of 'work drinks' tomfoolery that occurred last Friday.
It all started when I got riotously pissed with a gaggle of work chums and insisted, against my better nature, that we all toddle off to a cheesy night club. All fine so far...
We arrive, we bop, it's going well. Then suddenly - in the hazy limbo between sambuca number 4 and Spandau Ballet's 'True' - I find myself *kissing* the work-experience girl.
[flashback: leaning in to tell her a joke... everything turning inexplicably lungey]
If she'd been a random it'd be fine. The problem is I've just had to spend the last 2 days playing ninja boy, darting into shadows and micromanaging tea-breaks to avoid confrontation... So it was a bit of a shock when I came in this morning, to find her tapping away at the computer directly opposite me. FUCK.
Anyway, like a mature fellow *cough cough*, I cracked a horrified smile and squeaked, "Hi how are you?" She rewarded me with a rather hurt look, so I stared at my shoes for a bit and then mumbled something about needing the toilet. Now every-time raise my head I get this soul-crushing glare that makes me want to go and stand in the corner and cry.
I could break the tension with humour and tell her my 'hilarious' theory about the sales guy in the next pod (masturbating after every 'score') or 'wow' her with my description of the toilet blockage in cubicle 3...
... but she's a blonde haired, blue-eyed hockey-fanatic, sorority-girl type, and I think she'd just ask me why they killed off Marissa from the O.C.
So perhaps the only sensible thing to do now is poison her tea with a light illness so that she can't come in until Friday, which thank fuck, is when she leaves. Ludicrous situation!
Hope everyone is doing brilliantly, and NOT being a dick like me!
Loving SG.
x's
I'm being haunted by a bit of 'work drinks' tomfoolery that occurred last Friday.
It all started when I got riotously pissed with a gaggle of work chums and insisted, against my better nature, that we all toddle off to a cheesy night club. All fine so far...
We arrive, we bop, it's going well. Then suddenly - in the hazy limbo between sambuca number 4 and Spandau Ballet's 'True' - I find myself *kissing* the work-experience girl.
[flashback: leaning in to tell her a joke... everything turning inexplicably lungey]
If she'd been a random it'd be fine. The problem is I've just had to spend the last 2 days playing ninja boy, darting into shadows and micromanaging tea-breaks to avoid confrontation... So it was a bit of a shock when I came in this morning, to find her tapping away at the computer directly opposite me. FUCK.
Anyway, like a mature fellow *cough cough*, I cracked a horrified smile and squeaked, "Hi how are you?" She rewarded me with a rather hurt look, so I stared at my shoes for a bit and then mumbled something about needing the toilet. Now every-time raise my head I get this soul-crushing glare that makes me want to go and stand in the corner and cry.
I could break the tension with humour and tell her my 'hilarious' theory about the sales guy in the next pod (masturbating after every 'score') or 'wow' her with my description of the toilet blockage in cubicle 3...
... but she's a blonde haired, blue-eyed hockey-fanatic, sorority-girl type, and I think she'd just ask me why they killed off Marissa from the O.C.
So perhaps the only sensible thing to do now is poison her tea with a light illness so that she can't come in until Friday, which thank fuck, is when she leaves. Ludicrous situation!
Hope everyone is doing brilliantly, and NOT being a dick like me!
Loving SG.
x's
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nips:
Yes you are being stupidly naive! (just kidding) Its coz i have my nipple pierced, it actually started when my bf called me it one day! 
nips:
lol! a piercing on her back? ouch, that had to hurt! Im a bit of a wuss really so i even suprised myself by getting it done 
