back at work....
sequence of events this morning:
woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head (not really, my hair hasn't seen a comb since year 7)
rode to work across the harbour bridge listening to my man crush buck 65's new album, feeling the warm sydney spring air.
got to work, exchanged pleasantries with co-workers, annoyed all with my refreshed good spirits
discovered had no work to do
sat down logged onto suicidegirls.
yep back at work indeed
random thoughts:
- wouldn't it be great if there was a clean suicide girls address which you could log into at work without it seeming dodgy in the workplace, and check your journal and chat to people without having to login next to quinne's breasts? like www.sg.com or something....
- let's see how long this good cheer and optimism lasts for, i'm thinking i'll be back to being surly and depressed by the end of the day. probably by about 3pm.
-what's the go with girls wearing boots outside their jeans? i can't work out if it's sexy or not
- i don't like the wave. you know, the little, thankyou for letting me change lanes wave. i think our goal shold be a waveless society where people let other people change lanes without needing a wave of recognition for their trouble. really unless the person has stopped and let you in at massive inconvenience to themselves, all your really doing is saying thanks for not being a dickhead. thanks for not being an aggressive asshole and actually merging in an appropriate fair and patient manner. you shouldn't have to thank people for not being assholes.
don't get me started on the way sydney drivers treat bicycles.
too late i've started. (it's pretty quiet here at work)
you can all sod off you tooting aggressive control freak car drivers sitting there honking your horn at the poor cyclist who's sitting on 7 kg of metal breathing your car's environment killing fumes while you sit with your ass slowly seeping into the light blue fabric of your soft car chair while listening to some commercial radio goon telling you how paedophiles could be coming for our kiddies, banging your hands on the steeering wheel yelling out loud abuse at the poor cyclist safe in the knowledge noone can hear you outside your little fossill fueled, four wheel kingdom. [breath] maybe if you got off your fat ass and rode a bike to work every once in awhile people wouldn't have to die so big countries can rape black liquid out of the ground and refine it into a noxious foul fluid that destorys the lungs of so many of the young people of the traditional owners of this country and fills up oil tankers that crash and cause cute baby birds to get covered in black sickly fluid and flap their wings pathetically until a b-grade actor "environmentalist" and an out of work arts student come over and clean the black fetid fluid off and let the bird stumble away wondering what happened [breath] maybe then you'd understand why it's dangerous for cyclists to ride right against the left hand gutter, you'd realise that if they're right against the gutter they've got not room to escape when you try and sneak past inches from their shoulder shouting silent abuse, your face controted and your spittle hitting the glass as you drive past, little johnny crying in the backseat of your british racing green landrover. [deep breath] yeah, you know what i'm talking about, you goddamed capitalist evil war mongering low life FUCKWIT. i raise my middle finger to you sir as i ride along inhaling the noxious output of your exhaust pipe, and i hope you saw me and got even more angry until your head spontaneously combusted with pent up anger and your car splatted with blood and goo like in that scene from pulp fiction. [breathes out. happy place. happy place]
that was fun, i'm going to become a shock jock.
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sequence of events this morning:
woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head (not really, my hair hasn't seen a comb since year 7)
rode to work across the harbour bridge listening to my man crush buck 65's new album, feeling the warm sydney spring air.
got to work, exchanged pleasantries with co-workers, annoyed all with my refreshed good spirits
discovered had no work to do
sat down logged onto suicidegirls.
yep back at work indeed
random thoughts:
- wouldn't it be great if there was a clean suicide girls address which you could log into at work without it seeming dodgy in the workplace, and check your journal and chat to people without having to login next to quinne's breasts? like www.sg.com or something....
- let's see how long this good cheer and optimism lasts for, i'm thinking i'll be back to being surly and depressed by the end of the day. probably by about 3pm.
-what's the go with girls wearing boots outside their jeans? i can't work out if it's sexy or not
- i don't like the wave. you know, the little, thankyou for letting me change lanes wave. i think our goal shold be a waveless society where people let other people change lanes without needing a wave of recognition for their trouble. really unless the person has stopped and let you in at massive inconvenience to themselves, all your really doing is saying thanks for not being a dickhead. thanks for not being an aggressive asshole and actually merging in an appropriate fair and patient manner. you shouldn't have to thank people for not being assholes.
don't get me started on the way sydney drivers treat bicycles.
too late i've started. (it's pretty quiet here at work)
you can all sod off you tooting aggressive control freak car drivers sitting there honking your horn at the poor cyclist who's sitting on 7 kg of metal breathing your car's environment killing fumes while you sit with your ass slowly seeping into the light blue fabric of your soft car chair while listening to some commercial radio goon telling you how paedophiles could be coming for our kiddies, banging your hands on the steeering wheel yelling out loud abuse at the poor cyclist safe in the knowledge noone can hear you outside your little fossill fueled, four wheel kingdom. [breath] maybe if you got off your fat ass and rode a bike to work every once in awhile people wouldn't have to die so big countries can rape black liquid out of the ground and refine it into a noxious foul fluid that destorys the lungs of so many of the young people of the traditional owners of this country and fills up oil tankers that crash and cause cute baby birds to get covered in black sickly fluid and flap their wings pathetically until a b-grade actor "environmentalist" and an out of work arts student come over and clean the black fetid fluid off and let the bird stumble away wondering what happened [breath] maybe then you'd understand why it's dangerous for cyclists to ride right against the left hand gutter, you'd realise that if they're right against the gutter they've got not room to escape when you try and sneak past inches from their shoulder shouting silent abuse, your face controted and your spittle hitting the glass as you drive past, little johnny crying in the backseat of your british racing green landrover. [deep breath] yeah, you know what i'm talking about, you goddamed capitalist evil war mongering low life FUCKWIT. i raise my middle finger to you sir as i ride along inhaling the noxious output of your exhaust pipe, and i hope you saw me and got even more angry until your head spontaneously combusted with pent up anger and your car splatted with blood and goo like in that scene from pulp fiction. [breathes out. happy place. happy place]
that was fun, i'm going to become a shock jock.
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it is all fine sailing on the good ship dreamboat. thanks for asking! he is definitely the most challenging dreamboat i have ever been with, but it has been worth the initial rough ride. he surprises me all the time with the little things he does to let me know he thinks i am alright.
and what about you, mister? your life in the ladiez department looks a bit complicated. what is up with that? what are you going to do?
i have only been to one hookup and that was in april. i met hellfaerie and few of the other local kids. everyone was really nice, a bit shy of me, but still nice. my feelings about this site have changed a fair bit over the past months, so i do not know if i will make it to another hookup, but i would definitely want to meet you and keyring one day. for realz! and the only person loose around these parts is you! just joshing! but if you ever want to meet for a few rounds of mah jong on a lazy afternoon, you know who to call.
girls tuck their jeans into their boots because it is warmer that way. you know, no cold wind circulating up those pant legs. and besides, cowboys are hip, are they not?
stay kool, dude!
ps public transport all the way, i say!
[Edited on Sep 15, 2005 11:39AM]