Ya know what, happy halloween and all, but if you work in an office (meant as corporate America), I find it somewhat not appropriate for a girl to wear a little sexy catholic schoolgirl outfit. There is a girl in my building who did just that. I won't lie, I enjoy seeing a girl as scantily clad as that, my hormones refuse to allow me otherwise, but at an office building where there should be a certain level of professionalism. It's like if I were to come to work in shorts and sandals. In my particular line of work, that would be totally inappropriate. The office is not an appropriate place for sex. There is a reason for rules against sexual harrassment in the workplace, and by dressing in that particular fashion, you set back the progress of removing the sexual harrasments and other aspects of sexually related situations from the work environment. And this particular outfit I am referring to was worn for the reason of its sexually appealling nature. Sometimes the obvious is truly obvious, and not just me being a jackass and judging this girl. I feel I am right on this matter, although me telling someone how to dress may be arrogant.
Enough of that.
I watched a movie over the weekend that gets a "Whoa, that was fucked up" award. The movie is Oldboy. Holy hot damn those Koreans are good in this. I can't tell you anything about the movie, except, whoa, that was fucked up. I will say one thing abou the movie, the fight scene in the hallway was awesome. A man with his hammer, amazing.
So the girl I was supposed to be achieving first date status with is starting to annoy me. I'm not sure if she plays those stupid games while dating, but I have not the time nor desire to play little games. I fear she is one call away from the glass turning into a half-empty subject.
On Saturday I worked. What did I do at work? I drank. I'm fairly certain I consumed much more than I served any one, or perhaps two people. I was drunk and beligerant. I was singing songs while the piano player was feeing my drunk ass lyrics. And then there was a girl there. A very beautiful girl, who I was dangerously seducing with my eyes. I doubt her boyfriend would have been all that happy with me had he seen the way I was looking at her, and her reciprocal looks, and her hand that got away from her once.
I have had little to no need for emotions lately, so unfortunately my emotions have been bursting out during movies. My body decides that anything slightly emotional should produce many tears. I'm tired of watching movies and weeping through certain segments of the movie because my emotions suddenly get swept away. Each time this happens, I feel like I'm watching West Side Story at the age of 11, and weeping uncontrollably when Maria is screaming at them all, "How many Jeno, how many of you can I kill, and still have one bullet left for me!?!" I hate crying when I have no personal connection to the issue. I feel like my sister when she's having her monthly visitor and she gets pissed because she'll start crying for no reason. It is frustrating.
Yeah, I'm done talking now.
-aaron
Enough of that.
I watched a movie over the weekend that gets a "Whoa, that was fucked up" award. The movie is Oldboy. Holy hot damn those Koreans are good in this. I can't tell you anything about the movie, except, whoa, that was fucked up. I will say one thing abou the movie, the fight scene in the hallway was awesome. A man with his hammer, amazing.
So the girl I was supposed to be achieving first date status with is starting to annoy me. I'm not sure if she plays those stupid games while dating, but I have not the time nor desire to play little games. I fear she is one call away from the glass turning into a half-empty subject.
On Saturday I worked. What did I do at work? I drank. I'm fairly certain I consumed much more than I served any one, or perhaps two people. I was drunk and beligerant. I was singing songs while the piano player was feeing my drunk ass lyrics. And then there was a girl there. A very beautiful girl, who I was dangerously seducing with my eyes. I doubt her boyfriend would have been all that happy with me had he seen the way I was looking at her, and her reciprocal looks, and her hand that got away from her once.
I have had little to no need for emotions lately, so unfortunately my emotions have been bursting out during movies. My body decides that anything slightly emotional should produce many tears. I'm tired of watching movies and weeping through certain segments of the movie because my emotions suddenly get swept away. Each time this happens, I feel like I'm watching West Side Story at the age of 11, and weeping uncontrollably when Maria is screaming at them all, "How many Jeno, how many of you can I kill, and still have one bullet left for me!?!" I hate crying when I have no personal connection to the issue. I feel like my sister when she's having her monthly visitor and she gets pissed because she'll start crying for no reason. It is frustrating.
Yeah, I'm done talking now.
-aaron