Manic
So, Charlotte cancelled so I'm not babysitting, then Kevin decided to go to Ashby with Mark, Nikki is working and I am going to spend tonight alone with a bottle of wine and some meditation music to take my mind off the realisation that I haven't had it since Tuesday and I am going out of my fucking mind.
And breathe.
Now, in all truth I can't blame any of them, Charlotte is hung over from last night, Kevin warned me in advance that he might not be able to make it, and Nikki always works Saturday or spends it down in Swindon. And I really don't feel like seeing Nat. I'm peeved. No real reason, just peeved. I've been annoyed at everyone who has ever existed over the past couple of weeks, including myself. At first it was Kevin as he wasn't returning my texts (he's texted every day for the past two weeks, which, for a casual, is good), then it was Nikki as she's going to get married to Alan and have hairy babies. hairy babies which I can apparently keep.
Spoke to him on the phone Thursday night, much to Nikki's horror, we chatted for ten or so minutes, then he had to go have beer. The thing is he actually rang her house phone to talk to her. She was so pissed. *gigglegiggle*
But I tell you, if someone tells me it's OK to get the phone it's their own fault when I won't give it up. But now I have to steal him. For that threesome he promised. Unfortunatly Nikki won't participate, but Kev is pretty much up for anything. Poor man. To think he's an evangelist. Won't that be a fun party - the Jew, the Evangelist and me witha big tube of lube. And a camera. Got to have pictures to show the grandkids.
If you hadn't guessed I am officially manic tonight. My typing rate is 65 wpm, which is pretty fast.
Anyway, anyway, anyway. I'm re-studying the Tarot, so in the next few weeks will need test subjects who don't mind me refering back to my notes every five minutes. Free of charge of course. Hands up anyone who needs some spiritual guidance from a bi-polar, bi-sexual deviant with a fetish for older men and waving at ramblers when thy catch you shagging in a car on some back road!
Oh goddess help me.
xx
Claire
And breathe.
Now, in all truth I can't blame any of them, Charlotte is hung over from last night, Kevin warned me in advance that he might not be able to make it, and Nikki always works Saturday or spends it down in Swindon. And I really don't feel like seeing Nat. I'm peeved. No real reason, just peeved. I've been annoyed at everyone who has ever existed over the past couple of weeks, including myself. At first it was Kevin as he wasn't returning my texts (he's texted every day for the past two weeks, which, for a casual, is good), then it was Nikki as she's going to get married to Alan and have hairy babies. hairy babies which I can apparently keep.
Spoke to him on the phone Thursday night, much to Nikki's horror, we chatted for ten or so minutes, then he had to go have beer. The thing is he actually rang her house phone to talk to her. She was so pissed. *gigglegiggle*
But I tell you, if someone tells me it's OK to get the phone it's their own fault when I won't give it up. But now I have to steal him. For that threesome he promised. Unfortunatly Nikki won't participate, but Kev is pretty much up for anything. Poor man. To think he's an evangelist. Won't that be a fun party - the Jew, the Evangelist and me witha big tube of lube. And a camera. Got to have pictures to show the grandkids.
If you hadn't guessed I am officially manic tonight. My typing rate is 65 wpm, which is pretty fast.
Anyway, anyway, anyway. I'm re-studying the Tarot, so in the next few weeks will need test subjects who don't mind me refering back to my notes every five minutes. Free of charge of course. Hands up anyone who needs some spiritual guidance from a bi-polar, bi-sexual deviant with a fetish for older men and waving at ramblers when thy catch you shagging in a car on some back road!
Oh goddess help me.
xx
Claire