The Weekend Starts here

I've just noticed i've got 93 followers. Where the bloody hell did they come from ?.

That's what adding an erotic picture here and there does for you i supposed.

It's weeeeekend again and i have a few things planned. All involve going out, but on Sunday afternoon i have invited Daniel, Rachel and her sexy boyfriend over.

I am gonna cook something so i've told them to book a couple of days off work next week just in case they need it to recover from food poisoning.

Rachel said that would be fine as her arse is getting a bit fat anyway and she could do with losing a few pounds.

If Ian does decide to call i will be too busy with my house guests so that will also help me avoid him.

I'm gonna go to Mancs tomorrow. Some Xmas shopping with Daniel and his mum (how cool does that sound ?) she is driving us to the Trafford Center and we can spend a nice quiet leisurely afternoon looking in shop windows. I have no money to spend so i don't know why i'm going. Just for something to do i suppose. Imagine that, the Trafford Center on a Saturday afternoon so near to Christmas. Sound like fun eh?.

Then Daniel will come back here and stop the night Saturday.

Whether we go out round here or not is another thing. I'm trying to get him to give Huddersfield a go.

Tonight i feel knackered. So After Jonathan Ross on the Telly, it's Bath and bed. A quick off the cuff wank, throw the tissue on the bedroom floor (pick it up in the morning) and drift straight off to sleep 30 seconds after i've climaxed.

Have you ever done that ?. Isn't it a nice relaxing way to go to sleep. The second you have cum you do a quick clean up and then drift away.

Sorry, i'm getting too graphic here aren't i ?.

This blog takes minutes to do. I don't really think about what i'm gonna write before i sit at the computer. I just load a picture and start tapping. What comes out, comes out.

I must use the delete button more.

Have a good weekend everybody.

A little bit of charity

Back to bloody work again today, but at lunchtime i met a friend who wanted to look round a new charity shop that has opened near by.

Most people i know who go to charity shops are not interested in charity, they just want something cheap.

She spent £15.00 and came out with a complete wardrobe -of cloths-, a stack of plates. three fruit bowls, a picture frame, a paint roller and tray(?) two books and a set of tea/coffee/sugar jars.

Then, when she handed over the money and but them into black bin liners she looked at me as if to say 'how the hell am i gonna get this lot home on the bus?'.

Then she said "how the hell am i gonna get this lot home on the bus?" and looked at me with sad cow eyes, which is secret girly code for, please will you help me kind sir ?

Typical shopaholic. her eyes were to big for her shopping bag.