the textual siege.

maybe it'll be some time before you read this since i'm not going to tell you that i've blogged because i can't bear it when you sneakily edge the laptop away from my sight and read it, and so this is my last mention of gratitude for yesterday.

what started out as a teary, sniffles filled day was salvaged by noon when i left work to go home and was propositioned with an offer to meet back at his for a birthday kiss at lunchtime which didnt materialise because of time constraints. but nothing a propositioned kiss, some cleaning and a short but intense nap can't fix in no time....

dinner was pleasant and fulfilling, as was our conversation. and back home... got my presents, the first of which i can't delve into details here [hur hur hur...] and the second of which was totally unexpected but lovely nonetheless. i couldn't contain my disappointment though, when i saw that it wasn't a huge black dildo... what was nice and black was the sleek little camera that i can't wait to play around with this weekend and shall magnanimously loan it out to him when i'm feeling generous.

and yes, mon amour, i really did/do like it very much although a nice bit of chanel would suffice too... but i dont think you'd be too keen to borrow that ;)