I spent the day in my PJ’s at home on the couch with my best friend watching Iron Man 1 – 3 and the Hobbit. This is what all “the day after NYE” should be about. We giggled about the pictures on FB from when my wife and I tied up the blow up doll at my friend’s house that was hanging on her clothes line. I lamented about the fact that I seemed to be the local “spill your sticky drink on” gal. Granted it meant that a certain friend got to use her tongue to clean me up, but that’s beside the point. It isn’t fun being the local popsicle that’s alcohol flavoured.
New years resolution – day 1. Sustainable. No urges to run off and masturbate like crazy detected. All good Houston, we don’t have any complaints from the downstairs department.
Work. Wait. What? Oh em gee. They want me to worrrrrrrrrrrrrrk.
New years resolution – day 2. Not so sustainable. There is talk of a mutiny from the locals. Not aided by the fact that Loki has now decided that he is enjoying being in control so is ever so helpfully telling me to play, then stopping me half way through and sending me to bed. This was a bit do-able. Which is surprising in itself. There was only a small amount of whining included in this phone call.
I think I’m still quite content from the epic session a few days ago. I mean I somehow ended up diagonal across my bed and half way down the mattress and my house-mate said she enjoyed the noises coming from my bedroom. I love my pervy roommates.
Self control. I haz it!
Fuck this work. Why am I here again?
New years resolution – day 3. The locals are still rowdy. They aren’t quite ready to mutiny and kill me. There are talks happening though. In hushed circles far from where I can hear.