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.