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28/04/04 - 11:07
there's that
So, I'm at work, and everybody else in the office has gone for a meeting and left me all alone. Could make a guy paranoid, you know? This is my new job, temping at a government agency in Stretford. Great office - I've got a ninth floor view of the whole city, including Old Trafford cricket ground one side and the football ground the other. So yeah. I'm sitting here at my little desk, though sadly I don't have a cubicle, not doing much because there ain't nothing left to do. I got a PC, a phone, a bunch of stationery, my wallet, my phone, a fluffy reindeer head promoting something or other, and a framed picture of S. sitting on beach in the sun, wearing a tanktop and his black jeans, looking absolutely beautiful. And for the next 47 days (give or take weekends...) I get to sit here and look at my PC and my phone and my picture, and then I'm gonna move to Canada and live with him. Because I love him. Because he's beautiful and crazy and he asks me to call him baby. Because he's got a past and a future and I want to be part of it. Because he makes me so fucking happy every minute I'm with him. Because he tells me the truth. Because he loves me more than I ever thought any man would. Because he told me that, and I understood. So. There's that.
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