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i always think of shit throughout the day to write about. all these things that cross my mind or that i want to just write about because it feels good - seems like i should have rather lengthy posts every day.
sitting in bed with the bullys, the brown bomber on his bed, snoring, by my side of the bed.
seems like i do this every night til well after midnight.
tv sucks after the news. even my 9,284 channels - there's 57 channels and nothing's on..
ess.an.el is a repeat with paul.rudd. i absolutely LOVE this guy.
he reminds me of my boyfriend i broke up with for R.
how this guy makes me feel in my nether regions is insane.
and that pic i just g00gled & linked is so fucking hot!
this coming week is going to suck at work.
i've got two canvas packages to texture, one to ship wed, the other thurs. i'm going to absolutely be huffing it for three days, painting my ass off.
sigh.
i'm not feeling my job like i was.
i still love it but they brought in a guy that i've dubbed 'wonder boy'.
he's now the go-to guy.
and very well he should be. he's framed for years and he's got his goddammed masters in art preservation. he is The Man.
no one is discussing quality assurance with him so i guess that's still my job. but i haven't even had the damn time to do that part of my job becasue of all the fucking canvas i've been dealing with.
ya, i feel threatened by this guy's experience.
and it would piss me off if i found out he got paid more than me.
and we are all eating crow this week with a second shift coming in.
it consists of the guy that was the production mgr for about 3 months, that was a no call no show for two days, then came in to quit, and his two migrant w0rkers.
that whole thing pisses me off for a multitude of reasons.
this guy was a prick. i don't know if i ever posted any thing about him..
he's a latin guy, decent looking, great body, that thrives on the women fawning all over him. he is a smooth talker and subtly sexually harrasses you to make you think he's flirting.
a real prick.
he went looney when he found out i went to private high school and wore a uniform skirt.
when i see him, i'm going to tell him about my fet.ish club outfit plans, get his dick rock hard, then knee him right in the balls.
the fuck.
i'm thinking about a motorcycle again.
the economic factor in it is what turns me on to the idea.
my job is getting ready to move clear across town. between home and there, there is not one semi-direct route.
it's just gonna suck driving a sherman tank..
ya. i'm bitter this evening.
and like a ten ton truck, i don't give a fuck.
xo.
sitting in bed with the bullys, the brown bomber on his bed, snoring, by my side of the bed.
seems like i do this every night til well after midnight.
tv sucks after the news. even my 9,284 channels - there's 57 channels and nothing's on..
ess.an.el is a repeat with paul.rudd. i absolutely LOVE this guy.
he reminds me of my boyfriend i broke up with for R.
how this guy makes me feel in my nether regions is insane.
and that pic i just g00gled & linked is so fucking hot!
this coming week is going to suck at work.
i've got two canvas packages to texture, one to ship wed, the other thurs. i'm going to absolutely be huffing it for three days, painting my ass off.
sigh.
i'm not feeling my job like i was.
i still love it but they brought in a guy that i've dubbed 'wonder boy'.
he's now the go-to guy.
and very well he should be. he's framed for years and he's got his goddammed masters in art preservation. he is The Man.
no one is discussing quality assurance with him so i guess that's still my job. but i haven't even had the damn time to do that part of my job becasue of all the fucking canvas i've been dealing with.
ya, i feel threatened by this guy's experience.
and it would piss me off if i found out he got paid more than me.
and we are all eating crow this week with a second shift coming in.
it consists of the guy that was the production mgr for about 3 months, that was a no call no show for two days, then came in to quit, and his two migrant w0rkers.
that whole thing pisses me off for a multitude of reasons.
this guy was a prick. i don't know if i ever posted any thing about him..
he's a latin guy, decent looking, great body, that thrives on the women fawning all over him. he is a smooth talker and subtly sexually harrasses you to make you think he's flirting.
a real prick.
he went looney when he found out i went to private high school and wore a uniform skirt.
when i see him, i'm going to tell him about my fet.ish club outfit plans, get his dick rock hard, then knee him right in the balls.
the fuck.
i'm thinking about a motorcycle again.
the economic factor in it is what turns me on to the idea.
my job is getting ready to move clear across town. between home and there, there is not one semi-direct route.
it's just gonna suck driving a sherman tank..
ya. i'm bitter this evening.
and like a ten ton truck, i don't give a fuck.
xo.
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