I don't get it. When I work at someone else's office I get loads done, am very organised, manage to have a laugh and enjoy peoples company.

When I'm sat at my desk at home I get sucked into blogs, making coffee, web surfing and anything rather than work. I've got deadlines, I 've got motivation ( I need the money).

Perhaps its the wrong enviroment. It's peaceful, theres little distraction from my phone.
Perhaps I'm rebelling? " Sod the world. I'm just going to do what the f*ck I want."
Maybe I'm a deadline junkie and want to get my fix.

Maybe I need the further motivation of others beiong around me.
Maybe I should get a lifesize doll ( no, not one of those, I'm not into those, no pun intended) to give some company and to make sure I don't slack) .

What's that? 5 p.m.? Great, now I've got half an hour to do 5 hours work. Yippee!! Let's go!!

Celebrity look-alikes

Great! Huh!

So far, my celebrity look-alikes include Roy Keane, Steve Martin, James Joyce, John Goodman, Nigel Mansell, Aidan Quinn, Karl of Austria( No, I've never heard of him either, hopefully no relative of Adolf), Tony Blair, Clint Eastwood, Cat Stevens and finally two women: Serena Williams and er.. Margaret Thatcher.
That IS scary. Maybe God was being kind to the world by making me male. No-one would recover from a swipe of a handbag from a cross between Serena and Mrs. T.

Sorry, Selina, I have warned everyone I'm a rather masculine tranny.
Ouch!!, that hurt.

OK I promise to post my real photo when I've had my make-over.

OMG! Did I just say that?

Julie

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Where do I go from here?

Life is moving on and I'm hanging on to its legs for dear life.
Getting closer to buying a house. I've made an offer, its been accepted and I've got my deposit together- that was the hardest part.

The new house will be much, much smaller but at least I won't be throwing money down the drain in rent.
Ah! that's why why the sewers are blocked!
So I've got a lot of excess furniture, clothes and stuff to offload as there's verylittle storage in the new place.

My Clio is no more. A red light kept appearing on my dashboard which looked like an upside down exclamation mark on radio waves. Of course I did the normal thing and ignored it totally.
Then it kept happening every week, so I thought I'd better find out what it means.

I soon found out. It meant that the water in my radiator was so hot that it had to get out of there as quickly as possible. Luckily I wasn't peering into my radiator at the time otherwise I would have ended up very red-faced indeed.

So, the Clio s dead. Long live the Peugeot 306. It is a 1.9 deisel turbo and a really nice toy. It's not new( I had to find a deposit for the house. Keep up those of you at the back) but not in bad nick.

I've not been surfing the tranny web sites recently and am missing it quite badly. I have almost become a " normal" member of the community ( Ha!) But it is quite boring when you don't have any trannying to look forward to so I will have to get back to my girlie ways.

I have a new digi-box. So I've looked at all the available stations on my digi-box.
Well, I thought there were some naughty sites on the internet but had no idea about the naked girls available for mobile chats. The thing is, one of the girls has to persuade the punters to ring in while her friend pouts and shows us her wet knickers. But sometimes the punters don't ring for ages and the girl has to carry on trying to persuade men to ring in. How do they carry on pouting and pretending they are still raring to go after half an hour? They also have to smile at the same time and say something, anything to let the punters know what they are missing.

Maybe they think to themselves " Where are they? Why aren't they ringing in?"
Hasn't anyone told them of the Pink Punters?

And another thing, I looked up the gay sites and found that there were loads of t.v.s asking for sex from other guys, yet I thought most t.v.s were straight. Am I wrong?

I was doing all this for research purposes you realise don't you?
Take care fans.
As Arnie says, I'll be back.
Julie
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