In my singing lesson tonight:
Me: "Oh I'm such an idiot... it's not that hard to BREATHE...!!!"
Singing Teacher: "Will you stop beating yourself up for goodness sake?!"
Me: "Have you not realised that I LIKE beating myself up?"
Singing Teacher (with great glee): "Eliane goes to S&M clubs!"
OK...
On reflection, I should have retorted "Actually, no I don't, but I'm planning to soon."
But I just glared instead.
Then when I got home I turned on the TV and realised it was Eastenders. I was about to turn it right back off again, when one of the female characters came downstairs in a Saint Trinians style uniform and said to her boyfriend: "I thought you might like to do some marking, Sir...". I watched Eastenders for the longest I've ever watched it, just to see whether anything else transpired.
It didn't. There's five minutes of my life down the drain, but it was worth it just in case.
17 hours ago
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Yay come clubbing with me :)
I was recently talking to a couple colleagues about how to deal with a third colleague, who really is a bit of a pig. Finally, I just pointed to the fraternity paddle hanging on the wall of the office we were meeting. (There's actually a legitimate reason for it to be there, before anybody jumps to conclusions...) Anyway, I just said, well, my dominatrix skills are improving rapidly-- maybe I should just take that paddle to him.
They thought I was joking of course. And I was-- about the second half of that statement. No way would I want to spank that guy!
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