And I'll Savor Every Moment Of It

This winning at life thing we were talking about recently? I'm still doing it. Quite a lot.

I'm also still very much not over The Used. Every time I go on the internet to do things, I somehow seem to end up either looking for fic or picspam and getting distracted. I've pretty much found all the good fic that's out there by now (I think, please wait a moment while I have another look...) and seen most of the pictures. Still can't stop. I'm just a teeny bit obsessed. The Used are doing a tour with Evanescence this autumn, playing Wembley Arena. I'm so tempted to get a ticket, because I need to see them again, but I don't want to fork out big money to only see them play a support set and I don't like big venues. Really don't like big venues. So I'm currently crossing all appendages and checking twitter/googling like mad because I'm hoping they'll play Warped which is happening only a day after the Wembley gig. It is a match made in heaven and I'd much rather go to Warped and see loads of punk bands and watch skaters than see Evanescence...

Writer's block is happening and not going away. I've faffed around with my works in progress (aka the WIPs), but they're not pretty enough to publish yet. I'm getting a bit annoyed with myself. The communities I write for have gone into summer holiday mode, which means no prompts and goddamn it, I NEED MORE PROMPTS to distract me from the stuff that just doesn't want to get written. On a related note, I've published my stuff on AO3 now, which isn't locked and I'm getting hits and even had a few kudos and I'm thrilled. People actually read and like my stories, although I'm far from getting the attention that some of the established writers get (and to be honest, some of them are way better than me).

Ok, enough with this, here's my latest week:

Not much happened from Monday to Thursday, apart from a phone call from a research agency and an invitation to take part in a focus group next week. I'm only doing this for the money, really, and it's quite good money. There also was a leaving do from our student placement and while I don't enjoy hanging out with my colleagues after work (I see them for long enough at work, don't have any desire to spend free time with them), it was rather pleasant.

The young & pretty one came over on Friday and passed out on my bed 2 hours later (after we fucked, and no, I didn't break him, he was just tired, honest!). There were some sexytimes when he woke up in the morning, but no hanging out in bed all day because he had to go and organize a stag do. Spent the day pottering about and the evening doing mostly nothing. It was great. The plan for today was to head over to Camden and buy a hoop, but then the sun came out and the neighbours were getting the bbq ready and I thought I'd just go for a quick spin in the garden. Ended up hanging out with half the house, getting everyone to spin poi, ate tasty foods and got a teeny bit stoned. My poi hooping is improving very slowly, it's really different from spinning poi (because, well, it's hoops and they obviously don't spin like balls on strings) but a lot of fun and it looks pretty. Quite a win of a day. Again.

Things that could improve my winning even further: The landlord agreeing to our suggestion to only raise the rent by £50 (or not at all) and us continuing to be nice tentants, the young & pretty one chasing me a bit more, my manager realising how awesome I am and giving me more money (edit on Monday: salary went up by inflation, at least). Not sure how realistic all of that is, but one can hope.

*hopes*

So Here I Am, It's In My Hands

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Looking back at some of my blog posts from last year or so, I can't believe I'd ever say this, but I'm actually having a really good time at the moment. There's still a lot of things that suck, like not getting a bonus at work and the prospects of ever getting promoted pretty minuscule, and our landlord having delusions of grandeur and wanting more rent, or the fact the summer seems to not be happening this year on this fucking island.

But I can deal with that. If I really wanted to, I could actually change most of the stuff that's slightly annoying at the moment (except for the weather, that unfortunately is completely out of my control). I could change jobs (I'm looking at options, but I don't actually want to leave), I could look for a new place to live (although likelihood of another mental landlord is quite high, so we might just stick with the known evil), it's in my hands if I really want it.

And it seems to be that the whole love business is somewhat under control as well. As expected it all started happening when I stopped trying to make it happen and just went with it, and I'm still pretty much going with it because I'm not entirely sure what I want but I'm rather sure that if I start pushing it'll all turn against me in a second. And it's not going too bad right now.

Monday to Thursday were uneventful, need to work on my weekday excitement a bit more. Friday was the day of my annual work party, or The Fest, which I mainly attended because the pretty colleague's band (the colleague that I'm still fantasizing about shagging me in a storage closet at work) was opening on the main stage and because we get free food. The band turned out to be kinda crap, I don't particularly believe in bands with keyboarders and the singer had no stage presence whatsoever, and the food was just as naff as expected and then it started to rain and I went home. Saturday started with a nice long lie in, then a lot of faffing about and then the pretty boy came over and we watched movies and had sex. Not amazing amounts of sex because I was minutes away from starting my period and that's about the only time in the month when I'm not insanely horny, but there were loads of cuddles and skin and it was all good. He stayed over and there was more cuddling in the morning (because, um, sex at that point would have been too messy). I thought that I'd probably spent the day being lazy but then got a text from a friend (that I might've shagged earlier this year) wanting to go for lunch and hang out and who am I to say no. So we met up and spent a lovely day eating pizza and walking around the Wimbledon Common and drinking wine and chatting.

I really like when weekends go like that.

The pretty boy is going away to Africa for 3 weeks to teach and is busy next weekend, which means I most likely won't see him for a good while (woe!), so I'll have to distract myself otherwise. Sure I'll find a way.

I'm still writing and reading slash, struggling a bit with the writing because the stories I'm working on are being bitchy and big and at least one involves kink and I don't want to mess it up. I've stumbled upon a collection of really good kinky slash a day or so ago, I'm still in awe how good the writer puts it into words and how much it helps me define what I want and need and look for. I've probably discovered a new kink or two in the process and actually had to come up with the definition of theoretical kinks (things that I like to read, to write, but am not keen on actually putting into practice) in relation to practical kinks (things that I like to read, to write AND love to experience).

The upcoming weeks look rather empty at the moment, I should schedule a bit of culture methinks. And more writing.

Post title taken from "The Taste Of Ink" by The Used, which is awesome and everyone should listen to. Now.

3-2-1, We Came To Fuck

What do you mean, subtle? This is me being subtle...

After getting over that whole what-the-fuck-have-I-done-to-myself after Glade, I obviously had to go and be silly again. In slightly different ways this time, because we don't want my life to get boring, do we?

I started off the weekend with Bab's leaving drinks, socializing with the adults which was nice but boring.

Saturday (last week Saturday, I'm about 7 days behind in my reporting here) the flatmate and I got ourselves ready for Imaginarium. It was the third time they put it on and while the first time had been slightly oversold on expectations (but still good enough for me to go back) and the seconds time had been pretty awesome, it wasn't third time lucky for them. The people were a tad more creepy than they'd been last time and the music was simply shite.

But

I pulled. To be more precise, I pulled even before getting to the club. As in, on the way there. Which is, even for me, pretty fucking amazing and hasn't been done before. My awesomeness knows no boundaries (well, it probably does, but not that night). We flirted for most of the night and then we taxied to an afterparty hosted by his friends, who were lovely and I can't believe I haven't met them before because we go to the same clubs and know the same people. Our hosts started to flake in the later hours of the morning, so it seemed sensible to go to mine and continue the party, maybe even add in some sex. Which we did, and it was really good.

He came over to mine again on Monday, because I had the day off and he works in Wimbledon. I might've gone to meet up with Babs for dinner unwashed and smelling of sex. Don't think anyone noticed. He came over to mine again on Friday. It's actually quite nice hanging out with him.

Unfortunately, there is a downside. Well, not a downside as such, more of a thing that's hard to ignore.

He's 17 years younger than me. Yeah, really. I managed to pull someone that much younger than me, and he didn't freak out and I didn't freak out. My friends high-fived me for my achievement at last night's party, so clearly no-one's freaking out over there, either. I don't know were it'll go, I assume at some point there will be issues because I am aware that it's a huge age gap and if I'd been really stupid and had lost my virginity a lot earlier than I have, he could be my son (talking about freaky here). But he's cute, and actually rather good in bed, especially for someone his age and even compared to some guys quite a bit older than he is. And he sure is enthusiastic and springy as fuck.

So I'm playing this by ear.

Talking about last night's party, where there wasn't any hooking-up although there might've been a bit of groping from a certain older gentleman that I'm insanely fond of, it was pretty cool. It was a friend's birthday party and he's mastered the art of making instant icecream using dry ice and interesting flavour combinations. My favourite was popcorn, followed by soy coconut (a bit like blowing a bounty bar) and in terms of weird combo's, roquefort and honey totally hit the mark. Wasn't particularly thrilled about the egg & bacon or the gin & tonic one, but other people approved. Had a really good time, talked to loads of people I didn't know and went home at a sensible time when the trains were still running.

I'm currently ignoring that I should cook lunch for tomorrow, I've bought all the stuffs for it but just can't be arsed, which means I'm going to the canteen tomorrow and got no one to blame for it but me. I've practised some poi today, in between torrential downpours of rain, and also started working on my poi hooping skills, which are still rather rudimentary.

I'm actually curious to know what I'll get up to next.