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First, Thaii taught me to chopstick. He says I have gotten so good, he cannot make fun of me. :]
And I cut Thai's hair...and it looks amazing. Who knew I could do that?
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Lonely Farmer
My mam is such a dozy fucking twat.
I asked her to cut my fringe this morning.
I told her NOT to cut it above my eyebrows. So what does she fucking do?
Shelly comforted me, saying that at the rate my fringe grows, it shouldn't take very long for it to go back to normal.
I'm glad I'm not in college for a few weeks - it's not the fact it's slightly crooked, I can cope with that - it's the fact there's my forehead exposed.
The whole reason I have a fringe is to hide my eyebrows and my forehead.
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I feel so shit today.
Today is the first Saturday in quite a while that I've been alone all day.
Why the fuck would it have bothered mam letting Ash and Shelly come today?
SHE WASN'T EVEN IN.
If she has such a vendetta against Shelly - then even just Ashleigh?
I hate being alone.
Well - I like being alone, if the choice is to be with arseholes or to be alone.
I like spending time with people I like - or if I can't spend time with people I like, only people who I dislike, or who are total arsewipes - then I'll gladly spend time alone.
If the choice was to spend an hour with Emily or spend three months alone without contacting a single person - there's no question, I'd become a recluse. :)
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I got the urge to start playing World Tour again today.
I haven't played Guitar Hero in 3 weeks - and SOMEHOW... I've improved!
NOT playing it has made me better!
LMFAO.
When I grew tired of racking up some sexy scores on my bass Quickplay, I decided to continue my save on Harvest Moon: Back To Nature.
I was saved halfway through Fall - with 35%.
I had 10 chickens and the first house upgrade.
I managed to raise about 50,000G for my Winter plans.
I played halfway through Winter - upgrading my barn, my house, three of my tools and buying my first cow and first sheep.
I named the cow Shelly and the sheep Ashleigh. :)
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Blog #87
Together At Last...
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I'm awake at half 8.
I can't be arsed dealing with my radio alarm, so I'd set an alarm on my phone and got woken up by my ringtone instead.
Dad took me to college.
I didn't take my backpack - just my keys, my iPod, my phone, my memory stick and some money.
I feel so naked and vunlerable without my backpack. My back feels so FREEEEEEEE.
I sat about in the LRC waiting for Mary for fucking ages.
I got bored of sitting around staring at the river - so I went to the magazine shelf and read an issue of RHYTHM. Which in effect, is a drums/drummer/drumming magazine.
I was drawn to it by the mention of Joey Jordison on the front cover.
Mary appeared at 10.
In effect, we'd arranged for 10, but I'd thought it was 9, so I'd been sat around for fuck all.
Mary felt guilty about it though. Mwah ha.
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We booked some computers upstairs on the 2nd floor - the ones behind the bookshelves.
We hardly needed privacy - there was only about three people in the whole LRC.
I could have ran rampant and knocked over bookshelves with a baseball bat and got away with it.
(Given the chance, I would SO do that.)
Upon my admittance of continuing to maintain the standard of doing FUCK ALL - I had to change my pissing idea YET again.
So now I'm doing writing to inform - with NO element of entertain.
ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!!!
FOR FUCK'S SAKE.
What part of: "I CAN'T DO INFORM/PERSUADE/INSTRUCT" don't you get Mare-Mare?!!!
So, I said to her: "Why don't I write a leaflet about MY CONDITION?"
She thought I meant depression - I could tell by her face.
I said: "NOOO... NOT DEPRESSION... ASTHMA."
Her face then PROPER changed, lmao.
She said she was going to post me some leaflets.
I hoped she'd just put them through the letterbox, rather than knocking on the door.
(When I accquired them later - it wasn't just SOME leaflets. It was about FIFTEEN leaflets in a brown envelope. PROPER heavy.)
Even so, if I ever get this shitty leaflet done - it'll be shite.
I can't write reviews. I can't write leaflets. I can't write newspaper articles. I can't write instruction manuals. I can't write editorials. I can't write persuasive letters.
In effect I can't write ANYTHING currently - but all I CAN write (and by "CAN", I mean write it WELL) - are pieces to entertain.
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I walked back into town as soon as Mary was finished ragging my ear off.
I went to Home Bargains - Shelly was coming round when I came home, so I got us some bottles of Pepsi, some packets of cheese & onion crisps, a Crunchie for her and a Snickers for me.
Then I returned to the BUS STATION.
Oh, the bus station. How I have missed it.
Lmao, in effect, I have.
There's only so many weeks in a row you can sit in a clear plastic box on a hard metal bench staring at emos in the park opposite, shitty adverts on your left and weird old people on your right.
And there's only so many weeks in a row you can sit and wait for FORTY minutes if you miss a bus.
Ah, the ol' 64. Or the 64A.
The bus drivers may be cunts and the busses are in shitty condition - but at least they come every 10 minutes.
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I got home and Shelly came shortly after.
Mam and I had arranged earlier that I was going for a haircut - so I dragged Shelly along with us.
I supposably had LAYERS put in.
I had layers in previously, but they've grown out.
I can't see any layers mate. Either because my hair is too heavy or because it's generally shitty - but if there's layers, I can't see them.
Oh, and I had my fringe straightened - AT LAST.
Now all I need are my roots sorting out. Then I'll be sexy.
Well, maybe not that far.
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When we returned - despite my mam wandering around downstairs - we turned randy as per usual.
We cuddled and kissed for a long time - then Shelly put her hands down my trousers.
They didn't stay on me for very long.
She sat on the edge of my bed and I knelt between her legs. She put her hands on my head and squeezed me tightly between her thighs so I couldn't escape.
I like being dominated - and she likes to dominate - so that works out rather nicely.
I also like the word domination. Dominate, Domination, Dominated, Dominating, Dominator - DOMINOES.
They're all good words. :D
But rofl - as this were - we were almost caught in this position.
When mam came in - the obvious signs were that the lights were off, because we'd been that interested in each other, we hadn't turned them on yet. Shelly was sat sheepishly on the end of my bed, her jeans ragged up to her waist proper quickly and her clothes rumpled.
Oh, and the most obvious? I was sat on the floor. Though, I'd tried to look like I was doing something - I was knelt at my PC - dragging random files around on my desktop. :D
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Mam went out to ASDA shortly after this - so we took advantage of the time alone together.
Shelly took off all my clothes and tied me to my bed by my wrists.
I was face-down in my pillows - so she gave me some rough anal play. I was almost screaming at parts. To the point where it sounded like I was actually in pain as I was enjoying it so much.
Afterwards, we were cuddling together, half-clothed - I was crying in happiness (Don't ask, it's something I've only recently started doing. Shelly calls it 'spontaneous happy crying') - and I finally got the courage to ask Shelly if we could become a couple.
I'd casually said to her on the phone last night "If I asked to go out with you, would you say yes?"
I knew she'd say yes - but I still had a large part inside me telling me she'd decline me.
I asked her three times - and on the third time, I was bawling into her shoulder.
She held me tightly in her arms, comforting me. She gets really confused when I cry in happiness. She looks upset, but happy at the same time.
So, now we're officially an item.
(I'm not thinking ahead to the future - but if we break up, I'd still like to be friends with her. She's always been a good friend to me, from the time I met her until now. I know, I know - we've only just gotten together, we shouldn't think about things like that. I'm going to enjoy the time we have together.)
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Mam came back from ASDA with Easter eggs and cans of deoderant, for some reason.
I think the deoderant was on offer. Impulse tempataion, it is.
She gave Shelly a Kit-Kat Chunky Easter egg and one of the cans of Impulse.
She looked proper confused - looking from one hand to the other - LMFAO.
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Before Shelly left - we did something I've always wanted to do with someone I really loved.
Take photos of us intimate together.
By that, I mean kissing.
I think they're pretty good photos.
Quite emotional, to say the least. :D
I think this is the first good haircut I had in YEARS. I actually left the place feeling good.
Also, fuck my co workers. Always make me feel like crap!
"you cut your hair yourself or went to a place? "
"went to a place"
"... looks like you cut yourself"
"you look like boy"
"Why you cut? I liked other hair better"
stfu >< I was so excited! This hair is lots of fun and I like it!
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