Well today was a mixed bag of treats and tricks, (and not the good kind where I'd ideally get money, booze, or sex or a combination) I should say for the record that I'm wrecked ass tired, so I may be a little more crude and vulgar (one of my more wonderful personality traits)
I went to work on 6 hours sleep, which wouldn't be that bad on it's own, but combine that with my split shift that turned into a fourteen hour shift- ten am to midnight. So my plans for lunch were shot, and I had to grab some garbage food from the McDonalds next door
so more or less as the day went on, I got dumber and more curt and lazy. (and I ran out of water, so my voice feels like ass) I felt an inclination to just stop off at this pub on the way home, draw a quick sketch and have a pint or two, but I knew after a beer I would be out like a light, and I wasn't in any sort of mental shape for any kind of small talking 
there, now that my bitching about the suck of today.
got my birthday card from my folks, which sort of made me laugh, seeing as I actually got it AFTER a package that was sent to me after my birthday. so that was kind of cool. The plus side to my grotesquely long shift is I'll be getting some decent scratch next week. And today, this is sort of one of those double edged kind of things, but a girl who came into work commented how she liked my shirt (it's my one that has 'Hustler' in shiny silver letters) and I told her about my one that I have to make sure to remind myself not to wear to work, my shirt with 'Slut' written on it in sparkly red letters. She complimented how I was comfortable wearing a term not often assiciated with guys, and I went on to say how I sometimes comment about (I cant remember the clever phrasing right now) but how I put out when Im drunk, so dont buy me any more drinks
and the conversation wandered a bit, and then she said, 'well if I wasn't getting married in a little over a week, I'd go get you drunk' which I took that as a compliment, but inwardly lamented my luck (again!) So now that I was thinking about it I'm all horny and lonesome and all alone. In one week it will be 6 months since Ive had sex, and it's been about a year since I've had any sort of relationship. Fuck. ces't la vie I guess.
I reiterate my question to all those who never answered before:
1. My hair, should I grow it long or keep it short? Which one would give you more 'I so want to do that guy right now' thoughts?
I went to work on 6 hours sleep, which wouldn't be that bad on it's own, but combine that with my split shift that turned into a fourteen hour shift- ten am to midnight. So my plans for lunch were shot, and I had to grab some garbage food from the McDonalds next door
so more or less as the day went on, I got dumber and more curt and lazy. (and I ran out of water, so my voice feels like ass) I felt an inclination to just stop off at this pub on the way home, draw a quick sketch and have a pint or two, but I knew after a beer I would be out like a light, and I wasn't in any sort of mental shape for any kind of small talking
there, now that my bitching about the suck of today.
got my birthday card from my folks, which sort of made me laugh, seeing as I actually got it AFTER a package that was sent to me after my birthday. so that was kind of cool. The plus side to my grotesquely long shift is I'll be getting some decent scratch next week. And today, this is sort of one of those double edged kind of things, but a girl who came into work commented how she liked my shirt (it's my one that has 'Hustler' in shiny silver letters) and I told her about my one that I have to make sure to remind myself not to wear to work, my shirt with 'Slut' written on it in sparkly red letters. She complimented how I was comfortable wearing a term not often assiciated with guys, and I went on to say how I sometimes comment about (I cant remember the clever phrasing right now) but how I put out when Im drunk, so dont buy me any more drinks
and the conversation wandered a bit, and then she said, 'well if I wasn't getting married in a little over a week, I'd go get you drunk' which I took that as a compliment, but inwardly lamented my luck (again!) So now that I was thinking about it I'm all horny and lonesome and all alone. In one week it will be 6 months since Ive had sex, and it's been about a year since I've had any sort of relationship. Fuck. ces't la vie I guess.
I reiterate my question to all those who never answered before:
1. My hair, should I grow it long or keep it short? Which one would give you more 'I so want to do that guy right now' thoughts?
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edit: and dreaded.
[Edited on Jun 19, 2004 9:35PM]