2005-05-24

Another week and another testament to the fact that my life has changed...
Its been a couple of weeks since the Sydney Fling Thing and I had "the conversation", but life has changed quite remarkably. I am calmer, exhibit no road rage, don't really care what the average Joe on the street thinks of me, and have no attachment to things that should be only there to facilitate my lifestyle (work for example).

Several disturbing incidents have occured at work that normally would have had me in a flurry of tears, but I've sailed through with nary a care. Its a frickin' job, I can easily get another one, and the trick to capitalism is that you care about it a lot more than it cares about you, so the only way to beat it is to ignore it. I am the winner in this situation, regardless of the crap that they're trying to throw at me, and I OWN everything that I do. That means I am responsible for myself and my actions, but heedless of others and only respectful of my reaction to their input. Oooh, its a powerful place to be...
The Cypriot Love Machine is ending odd messages in a non-verbal fashion, giving me the gooey eye a lot, calling me beautiful, sending cutesy emails and getting all close and personal whenever we go out for coffee. We had another "I would never cheat on my wife" discussion today which is always amusing - he keeps repeating it so often I think he hopes it might be true. The sad thing is I would shag him, be happy with the shag, and think nothing more of it. I have a man, I don't need another. What I want is a different matter, and we all know that what I want is physical gratification and mental stimulation. So I'm going to let the CLM continue to stimulate the grey matter and I'll come home and take care of the rest myself. Or recruit an assistant (in whatever form that may be). Still, the CLM is one of the sweetest guys I have ever met, and I have to say that i am priviliged to partake of his company on a regular basis.
I haven't heard from Dangerous D lately but that's of little concern - he's always a hoot to catch up with when I do manage to escape the confines of domesticity and slink into his sleazy little world, and there's no pressure to make it a regular thing. Our last escapade was a wonderful mix of voyueurism and staged play for three - and he does have a very enjoyable cock, I must say.
And even best of all, the Husband and I have resumed living arrangements and a very passable sex life. It's good to be back in bed with the old man (who is now fully detoxed and able to enjoy physical sensation once more). I am a lucky girl when it comes down to it...

Had a brief escapade in Anglesea with the South Yarra Princess and the Noosa Spirit Healer - much Pinot Noir, giggling, throwing up in caravan parks and making out with dirt bike riders. Life don't get much better, and I really love those girls to death - they are other sides of me.

Also had a journey to Our Nation's Capital for the father in law's 60th which was a drunken and hilarious affair that ended with me falling asleep in a beanbag clutching a huge wineglass full of Baileys on ice. Tragic and beautiful all at once, and a weekend of mindless family interaction (and not my family at that).

Its too good, this life thing, it really is. woooohoooooooooooooooo, rollercoaster girl

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