Well Played, Sir

This was posted on my FB wall by a dear colleague who calls me his “work mistress”. For the record he is gay and he calls someone else in the office his “work wife”. I’m not sure how to feel about this.


a) yes, you’ve guilted me. Well Played. b) you just want to read the sex scenes and mock me, don’t you??

In any case the bugger is moving interstate next week and if he bothers to read this he’ll realise how much I shall genuinely miss his silly hot arse unless I get smashed and cry onto his shirt tomorrow night at his leaving do and say unspeakably mushy emotional things prefaced by “I know I’m really drunk but..” or cling to him to stop myself falling over in my heels whilst weeping “I can’t believe you’re leaving me” in a suitably whiny voice.

In any case, I shall miss you, you silly bastard. We never even got t play the Game of Thrones board game. SADFACE.


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I like gin, mittens and otters, not necessarily in that order. Here's some stuff I felt like writing down when I'm not chained to a desk writing other things for a living. Please use caution when using this site; there may be sweary words, cute animals and general bullshit. Don't say I didn't fucking warn you.
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