Yay! I have a normal-looking pic. God bless you, PervyPunk.
So my job is like an Saturday Night Live skit. I work with brain-injured, mentally-challenged adults with behavior problems (how's that for a triple threat?) as a vocational instructor. Which means I go out to the job site with them and make sure they don't hurt themselves, hurt others, or eat the product (which only occasionally involves anything edible). It's not that bad, I've been doing it for close to three years. The pay sucks ass and my assorted bosses are jerks, but I've had worse jobs. But I was sitting there today, doing my cross-stitch (yeah I said cross-stitch, wanna make something of it?) and I reflected on what an odd group of people are in my care.
Like the guy who thinks the only two bands ever to exist are Aerosmith and The Temptations. The fucking Carpenters come on the radio, and the woman who inevitably askes "who does this?" for every song that comes on piped up with her query, and he turns to her and says "Aerosmith." Aerosmith?!?!?
I mean, come on now. I could regale many more tales, such as the guy who cuts himself on everything from plastic test tube caps to a banana, but hey, I just got home from work so I'm going to talk about something else. Like sex.
Yeah so last night, after my guy woke up, I fell asleep and asked him to wake me up at 7 so I could take my shot (bloodthinners, long story). He woke me up at the appointed time and we ended up fooling around. Well, he was down on me and stuff and I was gonna cum so hard when I gave myself a leg cramp.
Rrrrrrr! I was so mad, cuz it was so good, and I was so close, and I had to go and move my leg and get a cramp. Oh well, maybe the same thing'll happen if I go wake him up now. But probably not.
So my job is like an Saturday Night Live skit. I work with brain-injured, mentally-challenged adults with behavior problems (how's that for a triple threat?) as a vocational instructor. Which means I go out to the job site with them and make sure they don't hurt themselves, hurt others, or eat the product (which only occasionally involves anything edible). It's not that bad, I've been doing it for close to three years. The pay sucks ass and my assorted bosses are jerks, but I've had worse jobs. But I was sitting there today, doing my cross-stitch (yeah I said cross-stitch, wanna make something of it?) and I reflected on what an odd group of people are in my care.
Like the guy who thinks the only two bands ever to exist are Aerosmith and The Temptations. The fucking Carpenters come on the radio, and the woman who inevitably askes "who does this?" for every song that comes on piped up with her query, and he turns to her and says "Aerosmith." Aerosmith?!?!?
I mean, come on now. I could regale many more tales, such as the guy who cuts himself on everything from plastic test tube caps to a banana, but hey, I just got home from work so I'm going to talk about something else. Like sex.
Yeah so last night, after my guy woke up, I fell asleep and asked him to wake me up at 7 so I could take my shot (bloodthinners, long story). He woke me up at the appointed time and we ended up fooling around. Well, he was down on me and stuff and I was gonna cum so hard when I gave myself a leg cramp.
Rrrrrrr! I was so mad, cuz it was so good, and I was so close, and I had to go and move my leg and get a cramp. Oh well, maybe the same thing'll happen if I go wake him up now. But probably not. 
debrajean:
thats funny: I was thinking "what a creepy picture" and the first thing you say is how normal it looks...I do like the picture by the way...