Yawn.

I'm aware that the last couple of posts have been rather downbeat - even, dare I say, dull? That's because I'm getting no action right now, not even a sniff of action. I'm at my parents' house for Easter, hence no boozing, no nights out, no men. Trust me, once I get back to Manchester things will perk up.

Having said that, I had text sex with my ex the other night (yes, the one I'm still not over). It was fun - I don't know what came over me, but I took on this dominatrix persona that I've never encountered in myself before. Not sure if I'll ever explore it in real life, since I don't think I could pull it off without dying of embarrassment. I'd have to be pretty hammered, and when I'm in that state I like to lie back and have my hands pinned over my head, that sort of thing. Perhaps if I could find a state between "sober" and "the room is spinning"...

Watched the Boat Race yesterday. What is it about posh boys? Whenever Boat Race day rolls around (and whenever I watch the rugby, truth be told) I start thinking I'd like nothing better than to marry an Oxbridge graduate and live in his family's country pile with a brood of Labradors and maybe a horse or two. Or maybe it's the sight of sixteen 6 foot 6 men in lycra that gets the blood rushing straight to my expensive place. Yeah.