I had a good day at work. I did. It doesn't happen too often, but what with the social setting, and the comfort level of those around me (truly, I had girls in the next partition talking about period pain LOL), and this sense of feeling of being something bigger than just me and work - due no doubt to me socialising on Friday - SWA may be gone, but it's onto another phase of my social life at work I guess - I just had a good vibe going on, especially as the afternoon wore on into the evening.
And then I get home. The usual brainless start to the evening with Big Brother - and didn't Michelle's denial of sex in the Big Brother house on Uncut last night remind you of Bill Clinton denying having sex with 'that woman... Monica Lewinsky'? Or was that just me? And then Mum on the phone to a workmate, and then V finally getting through and thinking I was online tarting around instead of playing a WW2 simulation. And the conversation didn't improve from there, grrr.
And then my first comment in the blog for about two weeks or so came in, saying that if V is important to me I don't mention her enough in here, and that I am much more wrapped up in SGR or LHO or even K?? Hmm, the only time I have mentioned the latter in the last two weeks I think was in my dream yesterday, and god who knows what my subconscious is EVER on about. And as for 'I never seem to mention much of V', for the last four or five trips or holidays I have had, I have been either to see her or be visited by her. Hmmph.
Just feeling like have been kicked in the stomach tonight. How dare I be accused of tarting around online, or not mentioning V enough? SGR is eye candy, and has a boyfriend, K is on the other side of the world, and LHO is a good friend. Just get the feeling I had when K went off at me for reading MY personal emails, or when V tried to fake me out in chatrooms - wondering when the next ambush will be...
That comment was an anonymous one, so yeah, paranoia reigns as the wheels turn over in my head at the moment.
Later peeps
Paul
And then I get home. The usual brainless start to the evening with Big Brother - and didn't Michelle's denial of sex in the Big Brother house on Uncut last night remind you of Bill Clinton denying having sex with 'that woman... Monica Lewinsky'? Or was that just me? And then Mum on the phone to a workmate, and then V finally getting through and thinking I was online tarting around instead of playing a WW2 simulation. And the conversation didn't improve from there, grrr.
And then my first comment in the blog for about two weeks or so came in, saying that if V is important to me I don't mention her enough in here, and that I am much more wrapped up in SGR or LHO or even K?? Hmm, the only time I have mentioned the latter in the last two weeks I think was in my dream yesterday, and god who knows what my subconscious is EVER on about. And as for 'I never seem to mention much of V', for the last four or five trips or holidays I have had, I have been either to see her or be visited by her. Hmmph.
Just feeling like have been kicked in the stomach tonight. How dare I be accused of tarting around online, or not mentioning V enough? SGR is eye candy, and has a boyfriend, K is on the other side of the world, and LHO is a good friend. Just get the feeling I had when K went off at me for reading MY personal emails, or when V tried to fake me out in chatrooms - wondering when the next ambush will be...
That comment was an anonymous one, so yeah, paranoia reigns as the wheels turn over in my head at the moment.
Later peeps
Paul
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