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I was meant to be going rollerskating with Laura and her sister today but then this morning it was cancelled so instead of still hanging out with me Laura decided to not say it was cancelled and made new plans to see her sister instead. I’m totally not mad or anything but I did give my shift away so I could be free today and now I’m just bashing in my balls because obviously it’s me who’s in the wrong here and ugh, ugh.
Had some superb banter with some guy while walking the dogs today. Both Millie and Suzie are border collies and usually they’re like happy boundy pups so as a collective we’re rather approachable because they round out my touch edge so the guy was like “are you rounding up sheep?” (banter) and laughed and then I laughed and was like “haha (the laugh), we were out searching for some!” (banter) and it was just a seamless transaction of banter that left both of us satisfied.
I came into work to see Laura and get my payslip (I have the monies to get an xbox one next week eeee) and goodness me. The staff was primarily ladies-based and my lord, I received so much love. I got told I looked good, my lame attempt at a beard looked good, got some hugs and then some girl was recounting the time when I had uber long hair which sucked and then saying that she’s glad I got rid of it because I look so much better now and just
I involuntarily ejaculated like, a billion times. Then I got sweaty and ran away. But still. Blimey.