two oh oh seven
I feel like I took a major dose of MDMA on Saturday and am having a big comedown.
Except that I didn't.
How unfair is that? All the payback, none of the fun. Perhaps I'm developing clinical depression. Or schizophrenia. I do hope though that if I develop depression, that it's the sort that comes mixed with bouts of mania. So much more amusing for one's friends. Oww my head.
Perhaps it is God's punishment for my wicked ways. I resolve, in 2007, to be A Better Man.
No sex til the clocks go forward.
I've been an awful slapper of late. I think it would be nice, for once in my life, to be able to get a definitive AIDS test. You know how they always go "Though if you have been infected within the past 3 months it may not show up in the results."
Well, I'm afraid I've never had that three month gap thing.
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On other news, I met a luverly Russian fella in Edinburgh. Sadly, our love was unconsummated, due to the fact that I was staying in my friend Vince's bed- and he hates it when I bring guys back (so old-fashioned, really). Russky shared a room with 5 Polish guys, so we had to make do with a bit of a snog on the dancefloor.
Ah, it was like being a teenager again.
Except not my teenage years obviously, which were spent, mostly, in my bedroom studying.
ANYway, we met for coffee the next day. And Yuri told me all about his job on the second class refreshments trolley on the Edinburgh-London train.
Reader, I'm a sucker for a boy in a menial job. They remind me of my shelf-stacking, bag-packing, trolley-collecting, food-preparing, call-centre working youth.
Ah happy days...
Anyway, he seems keen to visit... yikes...
Except that I didn't.
How unfair is that? All the payback, none of the fun. Perhaps I'm developing clinical depression. Or schizophrenia. I do hope though that if I develop depression, that it's the sort that comes mixed with bouts of mania. So much more amusing for one's friends. Oww my head.
Perhaps it is God's punishment for my wicked ways. I resolve, in 2007, to be A Better Man.
No sex til the clocks go forward.
I've been an awful slapper of late. I think it would be nice, for once in my life, to be able to get a definitive AIDS test. You know how they always go "Though if you have been infected within the past 3 months it may not show up in the results."
Well, I'm afraid I've never had that three month gap thing.
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On other news, I met a luverly Russian fella in Edinburgh. Sadly, our love was unconsummated, due to the fact that I was staying in my friend Vince's bed- and he hates it when I bring guys back (so old-fashioned, really). Russky shared a room with 5 Polish guys, so we had to make do with a bit of a snog on the dancefloor.
Ah, it was like being a teenager again.
Except not my teenage years obviously, which were spent, mostly, in my bedroom studying.
ANYway, we met for coffee the next day. And Yuri told me all about his job on the second class refreshments trolley on the Edinburgh-London train.
Reader, I'm a sucker for a boy in a menial job. They remind me of my shelf-stacking, bag-packing, trolley-collecting, food-preparing, call-centre working youth.
Ah happy days...
Anyway, he seems keen to visit... yikes...