Met my second ever blogger yesterday. By accident. And I got sunburned like an Irishman in an Aussie summer. Which is kinda appropriate, considering that a large part of my heritage.
Though for the guys I met - that dress is known as the 'phishing with dynamite dress'.
I'm approaching 20,000 visits and 30,000 page views. And knowing me I'll probably miss out on checking sitemeter when it clicks over, so I'll never know.
I was supposed to get my threesome last night, but it never eventuated. Instead myself and two other girls ended up being whipped by a BDSM mistress. We wanted to see her whips and one thing led another. Nothing sexual, but it was fun. I like the 'thudders' better than the 'stingers'.
The job: I interviewed on Wednesday of the week before last. They rang me back last Monday to tell me they had offered the position to someone else. BUT it was an extremely close call. They're going to try to piggyback another job opening on the advertisement they've already done, so they don't have to re-advertise and re-interview. And if it does get approved, the job is mine. And there is an excellent chance that that will happen. Though nothing is set in concrete yet.
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SO I told Green Eyes, because he's a good mate and a referee for me, and he congratulated me. And the time came for some kind of physical congratulations, he went to pat me on the shoulder, and stopped himself.
I'm still waiting for someone to tell us that Heath is alive, and this has all been a cruel hoax.
Gratuitous cheb shot!!!
I like my new top. See my 'sunburn'? I heal pretty quick.