Firstly, an apology, then some wee bits, then the sex. Ok? Ok.
I’m sorry I’ve been so slack with updating. I’ve been busy, and my hand-me-down laptop is a cunt. Promise that, after Easter, I’ll get back to daily-ness.
- Just saw Bill Bailey with mama. Best seats in the house. And so funny. His Kraftwerk version of the Hokey Pokey, oh my god.
- Had my first driving lesson today (perfect fucking timing). Yes, Desci is 23 and doesn’t drive. Fuck off.
- One of my oldest, dearest friends, Hi-skool, caught me out by accusing me of having a blog. Being a shit, shit liar, the cat fucken leapt outta the bag. I think she’s trying to find it. Hi-Skool, you know who you are, and if you’re reading this, I’m very, very fucking pissed at you. And I told you there was shit here that went far beyond ‘too much information’ territory. I love you, I adore you, but you suck. And are sometimes overly fashionista / trendy-vacuous. And, when we bump into someone you know, would it kill you to do a quick intro? Some people may find hanging by your side while you enjoy a lengthy one-on-one with a stranger, rather tedious.
- Most exciting-est thing happened! A package came from Lord Krankington, DIRECT from the USA! It has one third of Boyfriend’s pressie in it (the chocodiles!!) AND some fucking awesome bonuses: some creepy sweets called, (and get this) Cream Savers (I know, isn’t it?! I gave one to my brother, he loved it… yet was way creeped out) and these chewy-looking things that I’ve not yet teared into, called Mucha Luchas, which have some super cool freaky cartoony packaging. I’m keeping one, will give one to Boyfriend. So cool. Kranki officially has (yet another) couch on which to crash when he comes to Australia (coz he’s just gotta!) So Krankiboy, thank you, thank you, thank you. And your tim tams and fruity chewies are… practically in the mail. xo (euch, I’m suck a slack fucken caaahnt).
Boyfriend and I were meant to see Hating Allison Ashley yesterday (it was my fave book in primary school) with Sunshine, Jaxx and Junior. But Junior and Sunshine had to work, and Jaxx was only going coz Sunshine, his girlfriend, was going. So it was to be just Boyfriend and I.
‘New Couple’ cliché moment #578-B: we never made it to the film.
We had sexy-fun-time, culminating in me giving him a blowjob. He came *quite* a bit, so I spat in a tissue, had a mint (at his insistence, like always, bah) and we had a cuddle. Then we grazed on some pita bread, cheese and dip while we watched Futurama on his video projector.
I was getting tired, so I decided to go home. I got off his bed, and stepped in something wet. It soaked through my sock, and I thought, ‘hm, we must have spilt one of the glasses of water’ when I looked down…
…to the now flattened semen/saliva tissue I’d carelessly thrown off the bed.
Ew, ew, EWWWW. Such ickness is criminal. Eeeew.
‘Bizarrely’ enough, I didn’t find it as hil-aaaarious as Boyfriend did.
Tomorrow! (Night, a bit later than usual): 1900 Freakline! Ooh! Ah! Ooooh!
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