Parental Financial Rescue

Think i've been rescued from another very close call. My dear Papa bear is wacking a short term loan in my account. Praise thee O Parental Financial Gods. I am a very lucky lady. I am a lady that is blatantly aware she needs to get her fiscal shit together asap.

I am tired. I work hard. I play hard. I eat chocolate lying on the loungeroom floor. I manage to scrape together enough energy and fortitude to complete a load of washing (through to the hanging-out part!!). Yes, I too will have clean undies tomorrow.

Got a call from the FB tonight. Uh-oh, razzamatazz. What have I got myself into? He's a sweetie and I feel so callous turning someone down because of their age or imperfect physical appearance. Uncharacteristically Shallow.

Boy-Genius, save me from this decision. Sweep me off my arse and carry me away to a place called destiny. Lets chink cocktail glasses and visit art galleries. So much easier to excuse or justify a rejection when someone else has trumped the play.

Thus, the same old problem has arisen of negotiating some kind of catch-up or date with someone you've already slept with. Modern day reverse and perverse romance. This is why I told myself I wasn't going to do it. New rule to be tested this weekend is to see if sex and alcohol can be locked up in different quarters.

Don't let her out!! She's a danger to staff and may maul the male patients!!

Must channel my softer, more well behaved, 'good with nuns' persona. I want to charm the pants off a boy whilst we're as sober as a pensioners' lunch at Sizzler. I want to be charmed and invited into someone's inner sanctum. My cubbyhouse is a fail-safe seduction tool, well it hammers the nail in the coffin once I've captured them and dragged them back to it. My apartment is decorated in a very personal and wanton way. Boys love it. The morning after they wander around, looking at things and asking questions. The VTL even took notes down in his sketch book for his upcoming renovation. This is of course an ego boost and seems to take their eyes and mind off my scurry to cover up my imperfect body. But will the seduction value of enticing a man back to my apartment on first meeting grow like compound interest if I keep the date chaste and sell my personality alone? Pray for my chastity this weekend. Pray for my self-confidence facing a very loaded and anticipated date. Pray that my skin stays clear.

Most importantly, delete this blog post now, click to a more important website and pray for world peace and equality.