Video telephone.

I didn’t go to class on Wednesday night. Instead I was getting my backside pummelled by an exceptionally gorgeous breed of twink.

But that’s not how I had planned my day….

I’ve been driving to school of a Wednesday and Thursday morning and parking on campus, then heading into work. This is to avoid having to catch a train home so late at night in an area renowned for being rough. This hasn’t been working in my favour as since I have moved and am no longer on the same train line, I have to fork out an extra $40 a fortnight on top of the $62… So instead, the plan now is to catch the train to and from work as I normally do and then drive to class when I arrive home in the afternoon. I have an hour to spare from when I get home.
I did this last night, during peak hour, it took me an hour, stead of the usual 30 minutes.
So the conundrum that I have is;
1) Spend the extra $40 and avoid traffic.
2) Spend more time in the car but avoid the extra train ticket cost.

Which brings me to how I was on all fours with some random taking me from behind, instead of in a lecture on interpolation.
I think the answer is pretty obvious.
Dunno his name but do know that he was smooth all over… I’ve come across it once before and thought it odd. And well… there you go, smooth, underarms and all. Yes odd.

I’m applying for new job. Why? I don’t get paid enough. Not nearly enough. MORE! I WANT MORE! I could stay and ask for a raise, but the company have recently sacked 40 people. So the chances of a raise happening are slim to none. I’d like to think I’m good enough to warrant such a demand but I don’t want to push my luck. The truth is I’m replaceable, not easily, but replaceable all the same. I could find a job, threaten to leave unless I’m given say… an extra 5k, see how that works.
It really would be a shame if I had to leave as I really enjoy working here, and I really like the people with whom I work.

I have organized a trip to Melbourne on the ANZAC long weekend. I’m going to fly in and see my Darling B. The I will spend my last night there with Leigh. B promises a more exciting tour of Melbourne than last time I was down with that sorry-excuse-for-an-ex-boyfriend, oh those many years before. And you know what! I can! Because I’m single, WOO-HOO!
I do plan on moving down there within a year or so. Depends on finances, if I could secure a job there tomorrow I would go. Most of my friends are down there now and I’m not really sure I can, or should put the effort into a new circle of friends… I know that sounds so wrong but it’s just how I feel.
It would help if I stopped thinking with my dick. You know I can put my penis in someone, but asking their name seems… ya know… a little too personal.

So there it is, my new personal goal. Where school fits in I’ve not decided yet.

Song for the day: Lada GaGa/Beyonce – Telephone.
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