Just Another Pretty Face

Being in that wonderful Monday morning state of mind my eyes read “Natural Antioxidants” as “Natural Intoxicants” on the box of Swiss Miss No Sugar Added with Calcium Hot Cocoa Mix Rich Chocolate Flavor 60 Calories per envelope. One of the coworkers I sigh over was across from me wondering what I was snickering to myself about. When I told him, he looked at me completely blank. I sighed again.

Tried to recover by adding, “I wonder if it's Vodka or Rum, I've been more partial to Vodka lately.” His eyes sparkled now that I was speaking his vernacular. He laughingly says he goes right for the bourbon to which I shuddered and asked with a scrunched up face, “Corn?” There were one or two more words to cover the pain. Anything more would have been flirting so I fled.

Remove All Doubt

Had forgotten how I enjoy some 98° tracks. Never listen for very long since it annoys me how strongly gendered they are. I suppose it's necessary for four softly handsome guys to throw in a lot of “…, girl” to dispel the Lance Bass suspicions. Kills the fantasy though; back to Enrique.

Hands-free

Sometimes technology really frightens me.

I always leave my clothes out in front of my locker so others know that someone wet and naked will be back in that spot shortly. Unfortunately blatant hints like that don't always work. Walking up to my locker there was some old guy pushing my clothes out of the way. With a polite smile I say, “Those are mine.” to which he quickly apologizes and forces the naked man to his left to move over half a step. I sigh to myself and dress in the walkway.

I'm about half-way together when, out of the blue, the guy next to me says something to the effect of, “I will let you know as soon as that's in the mail.” He still has no clothing on so I can't look up or towards him. All I could do was freeze like a rabbit caught in a flashlight. He then continues on in lawyer-esque dialog while absent-mindedly toweling off. I shake it off and finish putting on my socks.

Not really sure why this caught me so off guard. I mean, I've gotten used to people walking down the street carrying on conversations with the thin air in front of them. These people can't always be dismissed as wack jobs anymore… they might be Blue Tooth enabled. Yet it doesn't seem right to be carrying on professional conversations in a locker room with all your parts flapping around.

Oh well. Might as well get used to it now. I'm sure bio-implants are just around the corner along with an end to privacy of any kind.

Ready for Another

Felt sick Friday so I called in. It was half sick and half meh. Yet as the day progressed so did the strength of the sick. Didn't go out Friday night and wasn't even able to finish Kara. Shaun had invited me to an impromptu party Saturday night so I felt obligated to go, but it was a real fight to get my ass out of the house. Was fun though. Learned how to play Euchre, won a DVD version of Press Your Luck, and kicked collective ass in Mortal Kombat: Armageddon. Was totally exhausted when I got home around 2am.

Managed to hit the gym Sunday then got some groceries done. Wasted the rest of the day with a little gaming and videos. Thought about getting in some Saloon since I'd had so much sleep, but I wouldn't have been able to make it in to work at a reasonable time. So here I am. Ready for another week.

Block Out the Light

The lunar eclipse last night was very visible despite discouragement from some weather chick in Chicago. Caught it when it was just starting and when it was nearly complete. I would rather have been freezing outside with a hot chai in one hand and my boyfriends hand in the other. Walking over the bridge, leaning back on the vantage points, talking about the last time we saw something in the sky. What we were doing. Where we were going. All that wistful mushy stuff that makes me sigh contentedly. Instead, I peeked out the window for a minute then want back to gaming.

Heh. Guess there's still remnants from SAD last week.

Super.Tuesday--;

As Adam pointedly remarked a few days ago, here's another Mardi Gras I'm not spending in New Orleans. It is definitely a hedonic experience I want to have before my body is too old to appreciate and recover from. Like so many times in the past, this one comes when I'm not in the proper place emotionally, mentally, or physically to pull it off. Yay for being broken.

I think the gay alternative, Southern Decadence, would be worth planning for. Plenty of time to get my proverbial shit together. It's got some built-in time off being around Labor Day plus it's just after my birthday, so I can justify the indulgence. Biggest drawback is that it's hot as fuck down there around that time; can't have everything, I suppose.

Hilly better take it tonight.

• If a person doesn't have the capacity that we all want that person to have, I suspect hope is in the far distant future, if at all.
  George W. Bush, 05/22/2001

Another Fun-Filled Weekend

Here at work a second Saturday. I don't mind doing stuff from home but having to come in is annoying. It's a team effort though so even though I don't have a lot to contribute, I need to be here as a show of support. Having missed my Friday night out last weekend I warned that I wasn't skipping this weekend. Still I felt confident I could be here around 10am. Oh well.

That's so how my slut life works. When I really want some attention, there's nothing. When I am trying to behave or just chill, there's options. Last night's was Pete. My usual lust-type… great hair, tall, skinny, swishy, etc. He's only of those rare finds that wants the opposite of his body-type, so I was in. Caught Shaun for a minute and really should have just danced with him then went home. Andrew was also there looking very fine and letting me feel his nipples, so it would have been nice to snuggle up with him. Yet no. I was feeling dirty so I let Pete drive me to his place.

Strange guy. He claims to be bisexual which made me giggle to myself. Yet his inexperience with men did show as we sat on his couch. He was all about giving and not receiving, so I ended up naked and feeling like a side of beef on display. Physically and psychologically I was loving it. I'm always so insecure about my body but I was really getting off on this. Finally talked him into bed a little after 5am.

Lightly dozed through the snoring and finally got out of bed around 9:30am to get dressed. Though he'd expressed the desire to drive me home in the morning I've learned it's best to let sleeping tricks lie. Called my cell from his phone then walked across the street to call a cab from the Holiday. When I asked where I was the look on the cashier's face was priceless. Left a voice mail on Pete's phone then was headed home ten minutes later.

Another hour and here I am. Ready to work. *sigh*