No. Not that there's anything wrong with cock sucking. I'm a huge fan of it myself, just not me giving it, thanks!
I quite like reading in first-person, but I prefer writing in third. I don't know - somehow I find it more challenging, and I like that.
Two shredded wheat, with milk.
Thank you. Thank you so very fucking much. It's not as if the project you asked for wasn't unnecessarily complicated in the first place.
Three months of you chopping and changing your mind when everything should have been nailed down and signed off before I even began the laborious task of putting together the designs your mind shat out. Three months of you bitching that you can't see progress being made, and bitching that things are being delayed again. Well, that's because of you, you asshole - because you've spent the last three months adding more and more complexity to something that should be straightforward and simple, and shooting down any suggestions we have to make it so. Oh, no - according to you, every single field was needed. Every single field was vitally important. We need to capture this data, and that data, and that data.... And so I built it, adhering to your requirements every step of the way. I put in the hours, struggling to process intricacies you introduced - all the dozens of individual possibilities a user could input (if this response is entered, we want this and that but not those; if that response, then do something else; etc. etc.) And only, right at the end, do I bother to ask the simple question: what do we do with all this data you've asked me to capture?
Nothing.
Not a goddamn thing.
It gets captured and held in the database, and no one looks at it ever again. Ever. It's useless data. Data that you've never needed previously, and data that even you can't foresee a reason for needing in the future. But we're capturing it anyway. "Because".
Fuck. You.
I hate the pain of tattoo needles, but I keep getting tattooed because I love my ink.
I'm a perfectionist, and hate the fact that I can't always get what's in my head out onto the page exactly as I want it.
I'm addicted to chicken McNuggets. Those sharing boxes of 20? Yeah - I'm not sharing. Nom-nom-nom!
Good evening, all. Hope everyone's doing well, and the working week's not too much of a drag. At least tomorrow's 'hump day'.
Jen & Mike - congrats on the RR for 'Losing it' - an absolutely stunning piece of erotica that's had me drooling all three times I've read it so far. In fact it's so seriously good, I've had to add it to my signature. Fabulous filth - more, please; and soon!
I've been lazy since my last piece got posted. I've got about three ideas on the go, but nothing more than a paragraph written on any of them. Particularly my comp idea. Who'd have thought hardcore would be so hard? (Pun intended).
"Boy meets girl - boy introduces five of his friends to girl - girl takes on all six guys at once".
Hmm... Maybe I'll tidy that up and enter it as a hardcore haiku or something.
Any chance of a tea while I'm here, please?
Good evening, all. Hope your weekends are going well wherever, and however, you're spending them!
I'm currently laid up having pulled a calf muscle while out jogging this morning, and then a back muscle whilst hedge trimming this afternoon. The sooner the robots rise up and replace my body with something sleek and titanium, the better...
Happy birthday, Mike! Hope you had a great day! ??
Run the Jewels. There's something about Killer Mike and El-P - they just seem to compliment each other so well, and El-P's production is just getting better and better with age. Three albums in, and they show no signs of flagging and whilst on most albums I end up skipping at least one track, I can happily listen to all the RTJ albums all the way through, and back to back.
Being on a diet, it was baked chicken with rocket and lettuce leaves and cherry tomatoes, covered in a dressing of my own making. Was nice, but not as nice as the Burger King my work colleagues scoffed, fat biffas the lot of them...
Earl Grey, with a splash of milk. Or Assam, with a glug of milk. Both without sugar, served in a large mug and not a cup.
Maybe it's a porn thing - most of the penises out there on the interweb are the kind of lengths and girths to rival industrial tubing, let alone the male member.
That being said, I've never really seen the need to lie about my cock. After all, as someone here has already pointed out, there's a good chance that whoever I'm with will spot the exaggeration once the trousers are off.
Happy birthday, Mike! 
