Calm after the storm

Dear Diary,

Having calmed down a little from before, I forgot something quite important I had to tell you.
I HAVE A JOB!! Maybe not a bona fide one with fixed shifts, and obviously don't know how long it'll last yet. But I have a job at Shaun's rugby club! Behind the bar, like. Simply rang up yesterday, John the manager got me in for a chat, and before I knew it, I was given a shift for tonight!

It went pretty well and all - apart from the one till cock-up and a few moments where I got all flustered. And the tips were shit, being that there were 5 of us on the bar. But apart from that it was awesome! Completely empty while the match was on, so we were allowed to doss around, stand outside and watch the match, even nab free food from the vendors. Pretty sweeeeeeeeeet. Slightly awkward, as I obviously didn't know any of the girls, but they were dead nice and eventually settled in, even if only in the "slightly obvious new girl" kinda way. And I have a shift tomorrow!! This is bloody brilliant. It's only minimum wage, but still. Every little helps! (And I can't believe I just quoted frigging TESCO)

So yeah. It's pretty great actually, as all this keeping busy stops me from thinking about how much I'd like to put David's testicles on a cactus and give him a dry bumming. WITH A LAMPOST. Some turn to drink, some enter depression - I get a new job and have a very long dirty conversation with Gary. Who, I forgot to mention, rang me at 1 oclock this morning. And I DIDN'T EVEN MIND. So started chatting to him online today, it turns out his phone wasn't able to send me texts (*curses bill not getting paid*). And before you know it, the conversation turned smutty, eventually making him late for lunch with his friends, as he had to wait for his bonk-on to go down. HA!

I'm not even going to copy and paste our conversation, it's that bad (or good). I would blush to know it's out there. But at least he's back on track now uni's finished, and seems just as keen about this one night we're gonna have as I am. Fuck knows, after this news about David I could do with a good and forceful shake (*cough*) to clear out the cobwebs and help me forget about it. And Christ, at least it'd be with a friend/accquaintance, so I wouldn't have to worry. Not to mention, from what he's told me, he:

Is unaffected by alcohol (downstairs)
Can "go all night" (once managed 2 hours straight)
Only takes 10 minutes to recover between shags
Enjoys nothing more than pleasing the woman
Is as freaky, experimental, and sex-mad as I am
Appreciates the need for excellent foreplay (not just a boob grab and a quick dive downstairs)
Is very very good

Two questions: 1) Is he shitting me??! Is he honestly being serious??! Or just exaggerrating as men are prone to do? And if not, 2) Is he a fucking MACHINE????!!! From everything he's said, he sounds like the best lay on Earth. He'd better be, I need a serious something-something to take me out this depressing lethargy. Fuck it, as soon as I get paid, I'm off. Even if just for a night. This ship is finally gonna set sail, and be taken for the ride of it's motherhumping LIFE!!!

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Current Mood: excited and tired
Current Music: "Crazy" - Alanis Morrisette. "We're never gonna survive, unless we get a little crazy....." Goddamn RIGHT, Alanis!!