Such a Pathetic Loser

Tuesday 18th June 2013 - Had a late sleep. My visitors didn't arrive until almost 1am. There train from Luton was delayed as a result of a young teenage couple jumping in front of an earlier train in an apparent suicide pact. Got up at 9am and had a coffee with my guests before they headed off to Ascot. Sent a few tweets to FOXXY , some of which were favorited and one made Her smile, which made my day. Have now reached that comfortable state that anything which makes ALMIGHTY GODDESS happy, in turn gives me a feeling of contentment. I am conscious that i have to be careful, as i have previously got myself in trouble for being too comfortable. FOXXY doesn't like it, but i do understand why. In the afternoon i dropped my son off to my friend's place. Previously i organised diversions while i sneaked away, but my son has inherited his fathers intelligence and is now wise to that ploy. Unavoidably, tears are shed on my departure . In the afternoon i complete my FOXXY task and forward it to AG and await the inevitable slagging for being such a pathetic loser. I am not disappointed and don't have to wait long for the expected derision. As i prepare to go to work i have a problem. I am unable to put my left foot into my work boot, it is much too painful. Sod it , i will just have to wear my normal shoes and hope i am not required to go on the track. So here i am in the middle of the night at work , writing this entry and still being totally fucking dominated by a deadly vixen, sleeping not far away in the Berkshire night air. This subbie thing can be a bit of a pain sometimes, but can i walk away? I remember the Mona Lisa like photo that FOXXY posted earlier in the day, and know immediately that i am doomed. There is only one possible answer to the question and it doesn't begin with Y.