Sexorcist

And I'm not joking boys and girls - I need sex urgently, not because I'm overly horny, well no more than normal but because I've got way too much excess energy. Seriously, I've got way too much energy and it's been manifesting itself in ugly ways - I need my baby to rattle my bones to some tune to help calm me down; at times like these he's like the preacher from the Exorcist, except our movie would be kind of adult orientated - the Sexorcist. My beautiful boyfriend coming to save me from the evils of my own devilment and saving my soul by shagging the arse off me and filling me with holy semen! I know he'd do that for me because I've just finished speaking to him on the phone and it kind of wormed its way into our conversation but work, well it keeps us apart once more; my baby's told me to keep out of trouble until Saturday until we're back together again. It's fine advice actually because I know that if I continue with my current devilish ways I'll fall hard and get hurt - it always happens, I know that and my baby knows that; hence his words of wisdom.

I could plead it's not really my fault but it is - works just been winding me up again today; and as a result I have been somewhat aggressive and very much grumpy - I'm such a nice person to be around at the moment. It's the 9 o'clock starts that's the root of the problem - I come into work still with my very early morning head on, needing time and space but by that time everyone else is in work and it's full on right from the word go. That's not me boys and girls, I don't operate like that, it's rare I operate at all in the first hour or two after waking up; and even less so if I wake up alone because if I'm with my baby, he just eases me gently into the day with a kiss, a cuddle and some kind words - I miss that when he's not with me. Man, I just miss him period when he's not with me and that's the other reason why 9 o'clock starts are no good; late starts mean late finishes and late finishes often mean no boyfriend - you see they're evil!

Anyway, as a result of this I was somewhat delicate upon my arrival at work; and I started the day by slamming doors in my office because someone had moved the mug my baby had bought for me. I cherish that mug, seriously, it's like an extension of my baby - I protect, care and love that mug as if it were my baby; so to find it had been moved seriously wound me up. It wasn't a good start and it only got worse when a colleague decided to wind me up over my ice watch I think, I think because I cannot honestly recall. As soon as the intention of his conversation had registered the red mist descended and the expletives fell from my mouth - it still winds me up actually, how I abhor with a passion those that judge me - narrow minded pieces of trash. It set me up for the day but instead of letting it drag me down I kind of fed off the nervous energy and I had some fun being grumpy and indifferent. It's not a good place to be, truth be told, as my baby says I need to calm down some otherwise I'll hit the ground hard..............

I'll try my very best to get through tomorrow unscathed because after that I'll be back on early starts and back with my baby. Besides if I do fall there's one guy that has to pick up the pieces and I don't want that because he doesn't deserve it; out of anyone in the World he's the one person that I wouldn't wish it on. It's a promise to my baby, I only want our time together to be filled with happiness and love, lots of love, I love my baby lots, I love him to bits xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.