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| alexandraa |
For some reason I have the desire to write my memos and weblogs in the form of satirical verse. OK OK so piss taking bollocks would be closer to the truth of the matter. But hey it's hard to get out of the style. Book your wedding and funeral compositions now, or better still have a word with fuck_ thing, she's on a complete roll. Can't stop herself. It's like trying to talk to a Shakespeare play at the moment.
Laughter is the best medicine they say and this weekend has been one such weekend. I haven't a flipping clue what we've talked about but I do know we found it very funny and both feel good for it. No, no that was nothing to do with the wine and food and wine, just sheer combination of wit and tomfoolery.
It's an impossible thing to say what makes a relationship work or not. What combination of characteristics, physical looks and emotional behaviours will attract one person to another as friend or lover or indeed repulse that person. We could come to no conclusion after several hours of indepth discussion and focussed wine intake. We did it on behalf of you all and sadly will have to invest more time and wine in further debate before we can publish our findings. In verse of course.
However we did both agree, as I've always said, you can't go wrong with a good beating and fucking. So for now that will have to do. No, no, not with each other you filthy perverts, with your friendly neighbourhood Dominants of course. Cuh! Away with your trouser snakes.
A bastarding week of work up ahead. More negotiation, more playing the game, more being polite to people I have no respect for. It's a pain in the arse I tell you and not in a nice way. Sometimes I take my work too seriously I think. Take too much responsibility on board when others around me shrug and wander off to take a lunch break.
A much needed few days off is called for but the coming weeks all seem to contain one vital meeting or another that I can't possibly miss. I really do need to let go of that feeling. I want a job where I can take the piss please. But then I'd only get bored I suppose. Where did that phrase come from? Taking the piss? It's odd isn't it when you analyse it.
Ah well, off to dance my way to bed on fairy toes and the breath of angels. It's been a good weekend, not one moment of heartfelt ernest discussion, just complete monkey business. We all need a bit of that.
