Thursday 12th January
Food, copius wine and (watching) wrestling courtesy of MW#2. I am thinking of promoting him to the lead spot. For services to (Monky)womankind, like.
We had a nice discussion about teabagging (NSFW). Upon staring at me it was determined that my forehead would make a fine platform for penile display and my mouth looks rather pleasing. I said that teabagging was testicle display against skin, MW#2/1 said it was the intake into the buccal cavity of said gonads. It all got quite heated. Yeah, he's so my bitch.
As MW#2/1's finally realised that life as a young professional is soulless and unworthy he's decided to begin a new career as a professional wrestler. We've decided that the best gimmick for me as his valet is the sweet and innocent look hiding a proper ability for crippling.
I think the geeky secretary look would be all good- screaming for my man at the apron and cussing out his opponent; being all constrained in my pencil skirt before... oh no... that's not a pencil skirt... it's a cunningly concealed pair of culottes!!! And she's locked in the figure four! Surely he must tap out now...
Also MW#2/1 said i'm not waif-like anymore. I'm average. Am so crushed.
"...Oh yeah, i'm so waif-like"
"You're not so waif-like anymore"
"I know, i'm fat at the moment"
"Fat girls need love too"
"Well I can't get any love fat and I can't get any waif-like"
"So you're just average"
"O dear..."
Hopefully I'm still feisty.
