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sunday june 2nd
i was spoilt the whole weekend and for most of today. in the cat's absence, the mice roll. in hays of nicotine, junkfood, and each other (that's one for you to figure out). tgore's got a great place, and i can only wish MY parents might pack up and pilgrim on whim as well. i've already effectively started work and at half past 11 in the night that's exactly what's dancing in my head.
i'm leaving this place for a while. an online dilapidation for three weeks (and expect beyond since shit always happens) because this project will deliver me everywhere else but here. mr sticky chooses to count the days down at the best times namely when i'm in his arms and we're just looking at each other - the best cymbals to abruptly end the lovers' grand symphonies.
when i was first handed the project its novelty nearly blew me away. it's INCOME, free travel, free food, free accomodation. it's a barter trade and my end of the deal is sweat. i don't think i'd ever turn down work-related travel (however ridiculous the pay and this one is a marked definition). it truly is honey from a stick.
but one day away from it all is a different story.
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mr sticky was a bag full of very pleasant surprises. satin cushions and milk baths for the stressed girlfriend. he renders her positively speechless. i should stroll away from his arms a bit more. then when i return to them they'll be ravenous with ardour to please me. heheh.
in about two hours, mr sticky will meet the woman of the crazy questions, and mama will finally meet the hot-tempered leo. isn't this all so very quaint. the union of two people a day before the bridge collapses. romantic.
i am waltzing off in a little more than 24 hours and i do not have my must-haves, and the only things i know i must pack are loads of tshirts. which i lack. how now brown cow?
ps - mama turns 48 today. happy birthday mama! i'll get you something when i'm not so broke.
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of course it never happened. what was i thinking? on an ordinary slacker's day you'll never catch mr sticky up at 3 [pm].
and true to ana culture i only started packing at midnight. tee tee tee berms berms pants toss in a few singlets bras underwear boots slippers banana boat johnson's organics pantene dove. and i have me a 2 kg load. woohoo. good luck ana.
so this is it the last entry for a while. i'll see us all in three weeks. it should go without saying that i'll miss you sweets. from experience, i should think, rather terribly.
good day folks.
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