Tonight is one of those nights where I feel like ass. Hypothetically. I don't generally consider myself an ass-man, but I'm always willing to make exceptions... try new things, even. This is mostly due to the lack of a better metaphor though. Not because I get off on the grandeur of "All Things Ass".
Dear God, save me now.
Work went a lot smoother today than some of my past days. Probably because I actually brought some CD's (Wilco, Incubus, G Love) with me for the first time ever.. music makes work feel quite a bit more effortless, so I think I shall start making a habit out of that. One of the things I miss about working at Borders was that I ruled the receiving dock/storage room/multi-media cage, and I always had the stereo going full-blast with whatever music I wanted. On top of that, 93% of my coworkers were "liberal as fuck", so I could get away with whatever musical desires I wanted to inflict. 80's Christmas music in July, my CD of cheesy love songs (Lisa Loeb, Bryan Adams, Mr Big, The Isley Brothers, Barry White), British Punk and so on. It's a bit more difficult in a casino.. I can only listen to music for maybe 90 minutes a day, but that's 90 minutes more than before.
This will not become another music entry.
I saw the helicopter pad at work get used for the first time today. That was a bit interesting.. I look out the dock and see a Life Flight helicopter perched there.. and sure enough, EMS for the casino rolls up, they move someone onto the helicopter, and the guy takes off. It's pretty impressive seeing a helicopter take off 80 yards infront of you.
My body is just about healed from my mishap on Monday. This morning, I woke up with every muscle in my body tensed, so I'm in "Go away" mode right now. Poofy hair, glasses, undershirt and swimmin' trunks. My pal Christina stopped on by with her friend Shayla (grrr... my self-confidence seems to drop when I don't have my contacts in), which was rather fun.
And the three of us proceeded to watch porn and eat lemon cake.
I don't get it.
How often can one (1) single person stop for a moment and say to themselves, "This is not what I expected myself to be doing at the age of 21...." I was watching porn with two females on my plaid couch. I've lead a very odd life thus far.
And I'm having dreams again about Ana from work. Victoria says I'm super-lonely and in need of a relationship if all I can dream about is a girl that I can't even communicate with, in my dreams or in real life. To me, one of the greatest feelings in the world with the opposite sex is a warm, soft bottom lip wetly pressed between my lips. It's been a good 6 weeks since I kissed anyone... even longer if you count legitimate relationships.
My oh my.
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Dear God, save me now.
Work went a lot smoother today than some of my past days. Probably because I actually brought some CD's (Wilco, Incubus, G Love) with me for the first time ever.. music makes work feel quite a bit more effortless, so I think I shall start making a habit out of that. One of the things I miss about working at Borders was that I ruled the receiving dock/storage room/multi-media cage, and I always had the stereo going full-blast with whatever music I wanted. On top of that, 93% of my coworkers were "liberal as fuck", so I could get away with whatever musical desires I wanted to inflict. 80's Christmas music in July, my CD of cheesy love songs (Lisa Loeb, Bryan Adams, Mr Big, The Isley Brothers, Barry White), British Punk and so on. It's a bit more difficult in a casino.. I can only listen to music for maybe 90 minutes a day, but that's 90 minutes more than before.
This will not become another music entry.
I saw the helicopter pad at work get used for the first time today. That was a bit interesting.. I look out the dock and see a Life Flight helicopter perched there.. and sure enough, EMS for the casino rolls up, they move someone onto the helicopter, and the guy takes off. It's pretty impressive seeing a helicopter take off 80 yards infront of you.
My body is just about healed from my mishap on Monday. This morning, I woke up with every muscle in my body tensed, so I'm in "Go away" mode right now. Poofy hair, glasses, undershirt and swimmin' trunks. My pal Christina stopped on by with her friend Shayla (grrr... my self-confidence seems to drop when I don't have my contacts in), which was rather fun.
And the three of us proceeded to watch porn and eat lemon cake.
I don't get it.
How often can one (1) single person stop for a moment and say to themselves, "This is not what I expected myself to be doing at the age of 21...." I was watching porn with two females on my plaid couch. I've lead a very odd life thus far.
And I'm having dreams again about Ana from work. Victoria says I'm super-lonely and in need of a relationship if all I can dream about is a girl that I can't even communicate with, in my dreams or in real life. To me, one of the greatest feelings in the world with the opposite sex is a warm, soft bottom lip wetly pressed between my lips. It's been a good 6 weeks since I kissed anyone... even longer if you count legitimate relationships.
My oh my.
Okay, one (1) undetermined picture shall be uploaded 3 minutes after I save this entry.