The joy of living with housemates is that only one of the laptops in the house is linked to the net, and it ain't mine. Hence I only have the one photo on my housemates computer and it's a very sweet one of me getting ready for my "civil partnership" - bless.
I think it's great that glbt can now have almost the same status as straight people in terms of "marriage" but why the fuck do they call it civil partnership? I mean, does that mean we weren't civil to each other before hand? Or that now we've signed the little bit of paper making us legal, that we have to say "please dear" and "thank you my love?" - rather than "ass over here for a good whipping sexy!" ? Pause for thought.
So. It's 6.50 am. I've been awake since 3 am thanks to my kitten walking up and down on my chest which is heavily contracted due to catching a cold two days ago. I've had a cup of white tea with extra added valerian (yum...
) and sleep still isn't coming. Given I only went to bed at about 11.30, this is shite. I should explain - I work nights, so on my days off, my sleeping pattern is as fucked as can be.
In saying that, it's been a productive couple of days - this time yesterday i was buying shiny things from skintwo, and 12 hours before that i was again putting in my plastic number to purchase the lovly "fetish sex symbol" by Bianca Beauchamps. Think i've done rather well.
Why is it, whenever I go out to work, and my housemate wants some fags, she alway knows where mine are, but whenever she's not around, I have no clue where hers are?
I think it's great that glbt can now have almost the same status as straight people in terms of "marriage" but why the fuck do they call it civil partnership? I mean, does that mean we weren't civil to each other before hand? Or that now we've signed the little bit of paper making us legal, that we have to say "please dear" and "thank you my love?" - rather than "ass over here for a good whipping sexy!" ? Pause for thought.
So. It's 6.50 am. I've been awake since 3 am thanks to my kitten walking up and down on my chest which is heavily contracted due to catching a cold two days ago. I've had a cup of white tea with extra added valerian (yum...
) and sleep still isn't coming. Given I only went to bed at about 11.30, this is shite. I should explain - I work nights, so on my days off, my sleeping pattern is as fucked as can be. In saying that, it's been a productive couple of days - this time yesterday i was buying shiny things from skintwo, and 12 hours before that i was again putting in my plastic number to purchase the lovly "fetish sex symbol" by Bianca Beauchamps. Think i've done rather well.
Why is it, whenever I go out to work, and my housemate wants some fags, she alway knows where mine are, but whenever she's not around, I have no clue where hers are?
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Still I'm glad your feeling better, and I hope your getting your little lady to pamper you over the weekend to speed along your recovery
Yeah the music things a little annoying right now, I've been surfing download sites all day, haven't found much though that I don't already have
Have a good weekend sweetie