Kink Bingo

Thank you guys for being my flist. ♥ London is continuing its recent pattern of ‘lovely sunny afternoon followed by rainy grey depressing evening’. I am catching up on my flist, and experiencing that awkwardness of ‘is it too late to comment’. (Mostly I think ‘never!’ because late comments are my favourite.) My usual luck when it comes to periods has failed me this month: I have been irritable all week, and frustrated due to lack of anyone to fertilise an egg (not that I want babies, but YOU GET WHAT I MEAN) and now I have cramps. Things are still much easier for me than for some of my friends on their best months, but still. Owwww. Bring me a curly-headed creature to relieve my frustrations and bring me a hot water bottle.

That paragraph of bitching is all very true, plus I’m skint to the extent of ‘can barely afford the bus and am living on economy pitta bread & salsa until next weekend’. AND YET. On the whole, this has been a good day. Because I am wallowing in LJ & DW.

Oh - and apologies for the lack of a Saturday rec post last weekend. I was Pride-ing and then partying, you understand. I was given rainblow flags and condoms because Pride, and then I went to the house of a very good friend and was given AMAZING CAKE despite my horrific dancing.

ANYWAY. The point of this post: I have given in to temptation and peer pressure. I tried to just say no, but I didn’t want to.

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