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Hello. Apologies of sorts due to no update on "to be continued" post. Relax. Come off tenterhooks. I will do it soon. I promise. I will, I will...
Past few days have centered around hormones, hoggins and hangovers - mostly in that order. Nun-like existence wasn't really working out for me. Father was up north over weekend, I had a few friends 'round and one managed to make water drip from my downstairs neighbour's ceiling, which had said neighbour up at my door once at 7am, when I was still half drunk and wearing nothing but a dressing gown, and then at 10am, waking me from much-needed slumber. It all turned out alright - dripping stopped.
Was over in Edinburgh again yesterday, just short of hammered, on Arthur's Seat. We visited the club Cargo afterwards and a good time was had by all, until one boy found he had been locked out for the night. Three ended up sleeping in car somewhere in Midlothian countryside. It was pretty, until it got cold. There was some canoodling - but not between three - you sick bastard. One left car for a while and things got a little intimate. Have been analysing current track-record and am considering hanging with more men under the age of 30 - and certainly under 40.
Election day tomorrow. Not voting for the party that says "referendums" rather than referenda. Because I think good grammar is a vital asset for anyone looking to run the country.
Other than that, clearly in no fit state of mind to blog. Stay beautiful till next time.
Past few days have centered around hormones, hoggins and hangovers - mostly in that order. Nun-like existence wasn't really working out for me. Father was up north over weekend, I had a few friends 'round and one managed to make water drip from my downstairs neighbour's ceiling, which had said neighbour up at my door once at 7am, when I was still half drunk and wearing nothing but a dressing gown, and then at 10am, waking me from much-needed slumber. It all turned out alright - dripping stopped.
Was over in Edinburgh again yesterday, just short of hammered, on Arthur's Seat. We visited the club Cargo afterwards and a good time was had by all, until one boy found he had been locked out for the night. Three ended up sleeping in car somewhere in Midlothian countryside. It was pretty, until it got cold. There was some canoodling - but not between three - you sick bastard. One left car for a while and things got a little intimate. Have been analysing current track-record and am considering hanging with more men under the age of 30 - and certainly under 40.
Election day tomorrow. Not voting for the party that says "referendums" rather than referenda. Because I think good grammar is a vital asset for anyone looking to run the country.
Other than that, clearly in no fit state of mind to blog. Stay beautiful till next time.