A whole new year - 365 new chances to fuck up.
New Year's Eve. Started a bit slow, was working and didn't quite get into the mood afterwards. Some people I was sitting with at the staff dinner started singing in the most obnoxious manner *pointed glare at certain members of this community* so I ended up writing a Declarations of Claims (of sorts) with Andris. Some other people signed it, then Oscar gave it to Dalpelle, I think. Uh, what's up with that?
Fredrik Pettersson's brother was there, and there was some grinding of legs, foot massage and other stuff which eventually led to intense snogging. He was quite insistent about us leaving for my place, and I was quite insistent in my refusal. God. Can't a guy just take a no? Right, so we were at it like bunnies, 'cept there were clothes involved, but I made it clear rather early on that there would be no actual sex. Considering that, is it my fault if he's disappointed? Got annoyed and basically ran off from Teresa's place while he was busy singing. Heh. Felt right ridiculous, but what can you do? I'm a selfish bitch, I take what I want, and will withold what I don't want to give. I refuse to feel bad about this.
He told me he was staying for a few weeks, but I don't know if I'll see him again. Won't bother me if I don't. Good snog, but I'm not even sure what he looked like. Apparently nice enough, since I was willing to flirt with him in the first place, but other than that (and besides, I was drunk and my judgement might thave been impaired) ... Staff party tomorrow, but I'm probably not going. This fucking essay is killing me. Really should be working on it right now. Have some problem finding stuff about social exchange. I'm not interested in economics, dammit!
Fredrik Pettersson's brother was there, and there was some grinding of legs, foot massage and other stuff which eventually led to intense snogging. He was quite insistent about us leaving for my place, and I was quite insistent in my refusal. God. Can't a guy just take a no? Right, so we were at it like bunnies, 'cept there were clothes involved, but I made it clear rather early on that there would be no actual sex. Considering that, is it my fault if he's disappointed? Got annoyed and basically ran off from Teresa's place while he was busy singing. Heh. Felt right ridiculous, but what can you do? I'm a selfish bitch, I take what I want, and will withold what I don't want to give. I refuse to feel bad about this.
He told me he was staying for a few weeks, but I don't know if I'll see him again. Won't bother me if I don't. Good snog, but I'm not even sure what he looked like. Apparently nice enough, since I was willing to flirt with him in the first place, but other than that (and besides, I was drunk and my judgement might thave been impaired) ... Staff party tomorrow, but I'm probably not going. This fucking essay is killing me. Really should be working on it right now. Have some problem finding stuff about social exchange. I'm not interested in economics, dammit!