I spent a good couple of hours reading and re-reading contracts, employment benefit schemes, options, car leases, Canadian Tax crap, etc. It's mind numbing.
I got bored and went to play jumbo kickball outside for about half an hour. The ball makes a horrendous noise when you kick it or when it slams into the wall.
Of course it annoyed G who was in the living room playing with his teeny tiny laptop. The man has a laptop the size of a freckle and his hands are like Michael Jordan's. Figure that one out. I watch him as he's typing away on the teeny tiny keyboard and watch his big sausage fingers making typo after typo. Why is it with men that things either have to be the biggest or the smallest? Surely bigger is always better? What do I know, I'm just a lowly girl with a laptop screen that's big enough to read things on.

J called me today from out of the blue. We're meant to get together soon. His wife disapproves of this. I like controversy. Is it so bad that I might do things despite what G might want? He'd just be giving into his insecurities if he forbid me to go and, lets face it, I'd bloody well go anyway.

I do what I want YO!

I don't really.

I like an easy life. G lets his insecurities get to him, playing mind games and setting emotional traps. I tell him he's acting like a woman. In my experience blokes just aren't wired that way. That's why I prefer blokes. Girls are for looking at. Boys are for fucking and being m8s with.

Anyway, I'm going to sexually assault G whilst he's asleep then before he's fully awake I'll get on top which technically is rape but is part of the package deal that is being in love with me.