crash

Today i was cycling back from town when a car cut right infront of me to turn down a side street and of course i crashed into him and went flying forwards onto my left wrist on my handlebars. It’s aching like no-one’s business. I was really pissed off since i was so shaken up, and yet my wrist isnt really hurt. I deserve to at least get a sling, crutches, an eye patch, a week off work and a sticker for being brave. Instead I get pain but no physical thing to see.

I also went to the doctor to get onto the pill, so now i can have sex without worrying. I doubt my virginity will last much longer now. The doctor was of course a fat, sleezy, old guy. Always the way.

The wanker came online today for the first time in weeks. He comes back from the desert this evening. He’s coming round here tomorrow. He wants to tie me up and abuse me, and to f**k my mouth on webcam so other people can watch us. I’m not doing that no matter what he says! I told him to get the married woman to do it for him, but he said he’d rather have me since i’m better, and i’m ashamed to say that actually made me feel good about myself.

So tomorrow I have my assessed case presentation, then a meeting with the head of the surgical degree course to discuss my exam results from the end of year exam because they were so bad. I’m terrified. Then i’m meeting up with the wanker, which is also a little scary, especially since he’s coming here so all my house mates will be able to hear. Normally we go to his.

Then on friday i’m meeting up with the guy from Dover again for the whole weekend, so god knows how that is going to end.

If my parents knew what i was getting up to they would have an absolute heart attack.