Holy shit! It's been a month since I last updated. Feels like it's only been a couple of weeks. I guess doing nothing but going to work, the gym, back to work, then going to sleep will seriously fuck up an internal clock.
Speaking of internal clocks, I have fifteen minutes to fall the fuck to sleep if I want to catch a full eight hours as I had planned. I guess I'm only gonna catch seven--or six--or five knowing how hard a time I have falling asleep.
Met a really cool girl the other day. Her name is Star. Star is not her given name I'm sure. She's Korean (as in born in Korea) so I'm sure she uses Star because it's way fucking easier for Americans to pronounce and she got tired of everybody fucking up her name.
Her parents own a sushi bar near where I live. I went there last week because I was hungry and didn't feel like having quinoa and chicken breast again--for the 85th day in a fucking row. I'd never been there before even though it's only like a half-mile from my apt. I walk in and see this cutie, she takes my order, we start talking, I finish my meal, we continue talking, I give her my number, she calls yesterday. It turns out that it's much easier to converse with her when I can also use hand signals.
I don't think anything is going to come from this but it's nice to talk to a girl that's not married and be flirtatious. Speaking of the married girl, she's still fucking awesome. We don't talk nearly as much as we used to but with the difference in our schedules and the fact that we agreed to just be friends and not take this any further kind of puts a limit on when we can talk and what we can talk about. I talk about her ass: she reminds she's married. She talks about wanting me to hold her: I remind her she's married. It's a vicious fucking cycle.
Started flirting with another girl from my work. She works in the Fire Investigations side of things, which is unassailably cool. She has a sweet ass too. When I say sweet ass, I'm talking about a toned, defined, perfectly round bottom. I guess those lunges I see her doing all the time are working just fine. I met her a long time ago during a city employee's meeting. Had not seen her in six months. Then I run into her at the Ops Gym. Now I see her all the time. We just talk and the such but so far she's pretty cool though a little awkward in the flirting department. I can tell she hasn't had many relationships and from her demeanor she probably doesn't get out much. Or maybe it's all a ruse and she's an S&M queen on her weekends. Who knows. I can tell that she definitely has a wild side. I'd just like to find out how wild it is.
One more year. That's how long I think I'm gonna be doing the operations side of things. Actually a little over a year. I figure I should be in the field around January of 2009. That's if everything goes as planned. Then it's back to square one. Back to being the new guy again. Oh, well. It'll be nice to be on the other side doing the hands-on shit as opposed to doing more of the tactical work. Plus the schedule kicks ass. One day on, two days off. Can't beat that with a wet noodle.
Well, I'm going to try and fall asleep--again. Night all.
Speaking of internal clocks, I have fifteen minutes to fall the fuck to sleep if I want to catch a full eight hours as I had planned. I guess I'm only gonna catch seven--or six--or five knowing how hard a time I have falling asleep.
Met a really cool girl the other day. Her name is Star. Star is not her given name I'm sure. She's Korean (as in born in Korea) so I'm sure she uses Star because it's way fucking easier for Americans to pronounce and she got tired of everybody fucking up her name.
Her parents own a sushi bar near where I live. I went there last week because I was hungry and didn't feel like having quinoa and chicken breast again--for the 85th day in a fucking row. I'd never been there before even though it's only like a half-mile from my apt. I walk in and see this cutie, she takes my order, we start talking, I finish my meal, we continue talking, I give her my number, she calls yesterday. It turns out that it's much easier to converse with her when I can also use hand signals.
I don't think anything is going to come from this but it's nice to talk to a girl that's not married and be flirtatious. Speaking of the married girl, she's still fucking awesome. We don't talk nearly as much as we used to but with the difference in our schedules and the fact that we agreed to just be friends and not take this any further kind of puts a limit on when we can talk and what we can talk about. I talk about her ass: she reminds she's married. She talks about wanting me to hold her: I remind her she's married. It's a vicious fucking cycle.
Started flirting with another girl from my work. She works in the Fire Investigations side of things, which is unassailably cool. She has a sweet ass too. When I say sweet ass, I'm talking about a toned, defined, perfectly round bottom. I guess those lunges I see her doing all the time are working just fine. I met her a long time ago during a city employee's meeting. Had not seen her in six months. Then I run into her at the Ops Gym. Now I see her all the time. We just talk and the such but so far she's pretty cool though a little awkward in the flirting department. I can tell she hasn't had many relationships and from her demeanor she probably doesn't get out much. Or maybe it's all a ruse and she's an S&M queen on her weekends. Who knows. I can tell that she definitely has a wild side. I'd just like to find out how wild it is.
One more year. That's how long I think I'm gonna be doing the operations side of things. Actually a little over a year. I figure I should be in the field around January of 2009. That's if everything goes as planned. Then it's back to square one. Back to being the new guy again. Oh, well. It'll be nice to be on the other side doing the hands-on shit as opposed to doing more of the tactical work. Plus the schedule kicks ass. One day on, two days off. Can't beat that with a wet noodle.
Well, I'm going to try and fall asleep--again. Night all.
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