onlyemma's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 'I need to clean out her cage.' ' I love it when you talk dirty to me.' Gemma has a date, so I’m confined to my room. She hasn’t gone out for dinner and chained me up or anything, but the date’s just going on in the flat which now limits me when it comes to where I can go without seeming like a nosey pervert. So I haven’t exactly been banished, but I don’t really want to be hanging around, you know how it is. They’re in the living room so unless I want to sit in the bathroom all night, I’m in my bedroom with a cup of tea and my thoughts. I realised whilst I was quietly making said cup of tea in the kitchen (not listening in, I might add) that Gemma often uses her pet rabbit as a type of prop in her pulling technique. I suppose it only works if you’re the type who finds a woman shouting in frustration and pulling a small frenzied animal from behind the telly sexy; but for whatever reason it seems to work for her, and the rabbit doesn’t seem to mind either. So it got me thinking that maybe I need to incorporate some type of hook into my pulling style as well, as whatever I’m doing now doesn’t seem to be keeping anyone interested in me, I’m not even that interested in me to be honest - if could have a little break from me, I probably would. Maybe I should start wearing some sort of novelty hat or carrying a hamster in my pocket? However, unfortunately I cannot get away from either me or the noisy film and odd burst of giggles in the living room. And it doesn’t half feel depressing when you’re accidentally stuck on the perimeter of someone else’s date. That’s the pitfall* of living with just one other person – every now and then one of you will be unwillingly caught up in the other’s romantic night, and will feel the need to be extra quiet or extra noisy, and to pretend you’re either not there, or you’re very much there. Tonight I’ve gone for the option of pretending I’m not in – mainly because I can’t be bothered to pretend I am. Which in actuality, I am, so the pretending would be unnecessary. Nonetheless, it’s easier to be quiet. Anyway, I’m bored. There is so little to do in my room I’m considering possibly packing, but there must be something better to do than that, surely. (* The second pitfall of living with just one person is that every time the dishwasher needs emptying, one out of two times, it’s your turn to do it.) 11:02 p.m. - 2009-08-31 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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