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| So, how was my monday you ask? Well, fairly boring as things go. Work wasn't horrendous as I have little bits and bobs to do but nowt much of any consequence. I got the lift up in the morning with the occasionally hooker dressing blond woman next door. I thought about just going for the stairs when she followed me in the front door but I thought to myself 'come on, brave it, you can chat'. And chat I did. Not the most flowing conversation but certainly adequate for the lift journey. Just the usuals 'ooo, looking forward to a break at christmas' and all that empty shite but i felt quite pleased with myself. I made an error with my pants purchase on Saturday. I opted for the medium pants as small had an upper limit of 32, which would obviously be fine but I think I just opted for the mediums after my disappointing Gap shopping. They are far too big. I always go for the 'trunk' style pants, like tight fitting boxer shorts. The ones I bought previously, at small, are grand, but stupidly opted for the medium, and two packs at that. They aren't huge but they are certainly above ideal size. It means the crotch area has too much material flapping around meaning the old cock and balls aren't kept in strict position, as in my other pants. Plus they ride up a little in the trousers. 6 pairs you fool! 6 pairs! Luckily it was but one get second half price but it was still a 21 quid purchase. Bugger. I past a knackered old fiesta with 'jules' written on the back in a rubbish font. Finally finished that pesky one last page of my book on consciousness. Finishing off my book about dogs now, which I have neglected for a while, it isn't enormous so should polish it off quickly. I accepted the fact I just wasn't getting in to the physics book I was reading, she just didn't explain things well, and besides I'd read most of the stuff previously. Pointless persevering with a book you aren't enjoying. I'm trying to decide what I shall take on next, I have a few choices on the shelves waiting to be read. Second conversation today in the kitchen. The woman who just works in a little room down the hall cornered me to ask me about computery things as her son doesn't want to do a degree. Went on for fucking ages, told her my opinions and that but it dragged on and on but i had to try and formulate an exit strategy as she wasn't making any moves. The conversation wound down a little on a couple of occasions and I started edging out the kitchen thinking it would be a good place to end but then she restarted. I got away eventually, after enduring far too much small talk for my liking. Decided to go to the christmas party on saturday, bonus is that one of the lads isn't going so won't have his mad missus there. I'm on a run of great poos of late,t his mornings being no exception. great nights sleep, dreamt of running through streets with deer, horses and giant squirrels. Ace. I should finish this off quick as my computer turned itself off as it was too hot during dinner, and I lost fucking hods of work, the cunt. | ||
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| like close fitting pants. Baggy pants make you feel as if there is a whole in trousers which is very disconcerting.
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